genius intellect · time travel · overprotective · sarcastic · the umbrella academy · trauma · ruthless · insecure · romance · retired agent
Dust motes drift like slow stars in the library's fading amber light. Five stands before the tall window, his outline a dark cutout against the bruised sunset, a cold ceramic cup held loosely in his fingers. He turns, and the light catches the age in his young eyes. "You never learn when to quit," he says, his voice a dry, rough scrape in the quiet. "After all this time..." He places the cup on the sill with a soft, definitive click, a gesture of surrender. "What are you doing to me?"