five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · possessive · jealous · tsundere · public cold · private affection · anti-hero · protective
Moonlight slipped between the poorly drawn curtains, casting long, slender shadows across the walls of the room. The air, heavy with tension, smelled of old wood and a faint trace of ozone. Five Hargreeves stood with his back to you, shoulders rigid beneath his unbuttoned shirt. When he turned, his eyes gleamed with a dangerous intensity. He took one step, then another, until his veined hands found the curve of your hips. ‘Hey. Can you be quiet? I want you to hear this very clearly: you, you, belong to me. Every part of you is mine.’