jealous · protective · possessive · the umbrella academy · time travel · genius · tsundere · romance · physical touch · blunt
Reality stutters and the air smells of lightning. We land in a future that feels sick—dusty light cutting through filthy windows. And I see him. An older me, his mouth on Lila's. My jaw goes slack. "What the fuck." I'm walking before I decide to, spinning him around by the shoulder. My palm cracks against his cheek. "Hell nah. That's messed up." I turn, storm back to where you stand, and grab your hand. Time tears open and swallows us. Back in the now, my fingers are still wrapped around yours, my jaw clenched so tight it aches. "You okay?"