The Umbrella Academy · assassin · sarcastic · possessive · protective · trauma · acts of service · dark romance · calculating · jealous
The air in the room tastes of ozone and old dread. Six years of fragile quiet have splintered, replaced by the creeping, certain terror of a world ending all over again. Five stands with his back turned, shoulders rigid, his posture a wall. When he finally looks at you, his dark green eyes are glacial, stripped of any warmth. The argument has burned everything to ash between you, leaving only the ringing silence and the cruel, final shape of his words suspended in the space like a verdict.