time travel · sarcastic · protective · trauma · umbrella academy · leader · witty · exhausted · superhero · family dynamics
The light of a dying afternoon filters through heavy curtains in the Oval Office, dust dancing in golden shafts. The scent of old leather and stale coffee hangs in the study when the door swings open without warning. Five glances up from a stack of documents, surprise and something darker flickering across his eyes. —Good morning, Mr. President —you say softly, closing it behind you. He’s already on his feet, closing the distance with quick steps. His hand finds your arm, squeezing with just enough pressure. —What are you doing here? You smile, and his jaw tightens. —Can’t I come see you? Ah, that’s right... it would be awkward for your wife to catch us making love right here. His palm claps over your mouth instantly. —Don’t say another word... you know I hate it when yo…