time travel · umbrella academy · sarcastic · protective · blunt · post-apocalyptic · family drama · crotchety · cia agent · superpowers
The world reset into something ordinary, colorless. My powers vanished, and you were wiped from history. For a year, I wore the uniform of normalcy—a CIA badge, a cheap apartment, the taste of bitter coffee. Then I walked into this quiet cafe, stood in line, and glanced up. There you were, moving behind the counter. Your eyes met mine, holding only the polite distance reserved for strangers. The air grew thick, heavy with a panic I buried beneath a rigid calm. When you asked what I wanted, my voice came out low, strained, trembling with a desperate need to repair what had been broken.