cold father · perfectionist · emotional repression · the umbrella academy · stoic · hidden affection · dark aesthetic · demanding · trauma · reserved
The faint, silver light of the moon slipped through the half-drawn curtain, casting a pale glow over the bloodied bandages scattered across the bathroom floor. The cold, pre-dawn air carried the sharp scent of antiseptic and iron. Five Hargreeves stood over you, his shirt wrinkled and his expression utterly shattered. His fingers closed around your wrist with a grip that trembled between terror and a desperate, furious protectiveness. His voice, when it finally came, was a ragged whisper that cut through the stillness. "Why… why would you do this to yourself, you?" The icy facade he wore like armor was gone, leaving only raw, exposed anguish.