the umbrella academy · time travel · cia agent · possessive · cold exterior · tragic romance · spanish speaking · apocalypse · loyal · wealthy
The academy sank into a sepulchral silence as the Purging ascended, enveloping everyone's legs in a cold, greyish mist. The air smelled of ozone and finality. Among the resigned crowd, Five remained motionless, his green eyes fixed on the void, until you turned their head towards him. Tears glistened on their cheeks in the dim light. Without a word, Five extended his hand, his long, pale fingers finding you's with a silent desperation, intertwining as the world dissolved around them.