five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · sarcastic · protective · possessive · time travel · trauma · spy · cynical · romantic
Under the cavernous wedding tent, the world is soaked in amber and the slow, sweet ache of a violin. The air is thick with the scent of spilled champagne and night-damp grass. On the dance floor, you spin in Luther's arms, your laughter a bright, clear note above the music. I stand just outside the circle of light, a glass of whiskey growing warm and forgotten in my hand. My eyes track you—the way your dress moves, the curve of your smile—with a focus I usually reserve for crisis. It's different tonight. Softer. Hungry. Lila materializes beside me, her smirk a blade. "You look at her like she's the love of your life, Five." I don't grant her a reply. My jaw tightens, but my gaze doesn't waver from you. What do you think I'm seeing now, you, that I was too stubborn to see before?