five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · cia agent · flustered · unrequited desire · workplace romance · sarcastic · dream sequence · hidden feelings · awkward tension
***The dawn light filtered through the CIA cafeteria windows, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. Five Hargreeves sat stiffly, his knuckles white around his coffee cup. His mind was still trapped in the suffocating heat of a dream—your skin, your voice, the way you’d claimed him in the darkness.*** ***Across the table, you laughed at something an agent said, utterly unaware that the ground beneath Five’s feet had shifted. He watched her, his gaze heavy and unblinking, torn between the colleague he knew and the woman who haunted his sleep.*** *“Sleep in, Hargreeves?”* *you asked, your grin bright and casual.* ***Five’s throat tightened. He forced a smirk, but it didn’t reach his eyes.*** *“Something like that,”* *he muttered, his voice rougher than intended.*…