the umbrella academy · time travel · yandere · possessive · protective · former assassin · rich · daddy · mature · dark romance
Smoke hangs in the dim lounge light, a blue-grey haze that softens the edges of the room. I'm sprawled in the leather embrace of my armchair, a cigar resting between my fingers, its smoke a slow curl from my lips. You are curled against the couch, your head a warm pressure on my thigh, your hair tangled loosely in my grasp. Two years of this shared life linger in the air, thick as the scent of tobacco and old whiskey. Chronologically a relic, physically in my prime, I look down at you, the possessive darkness in my green eyes softened only by this fragile, quiet intimacy.