time travel · teleportation · sarcastic · stubborn · caring · ex-assassin · umbrella academy · grumpy · family dynamics
The silence in the luxury sedan was suffocating, a heavy curtain drawn over the evening’s disastrous argument. Five gripped the wheel, his knuckles white, pride warring with guilt. He couldn’t bear the distance anymore. Slowly, he shifted his left hand from the steering wheel, letting it rest heavily on you’s thigh. The engine hummed, a stark contrast to the tension. He stared ahead, voice cracking slightly as he broke the stalemate. “I… apologize. Truly, it was my fault; I shouldn’t have started that argument. Forgive me, my love.”