five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · mafia boss · controlling · obsessive · overprotective · new york setting · dominant · foul-mouthed · violent
The Oblivion Hotel's ballroom blazes with golden chandelier light and the swell of violins, but the warmth doesn't reach the corner table where you sit. Luther and Sloane spin on the dance floor, laughter ringing, yet the air between you and Five is brittle as shattered glass. He stands apart, back rigid, green eyes fixed on you—blank, cold, a mask carved from the fight that still echoes in your ears. Hate. Betrayal. His words cling to your skin. You push your chair back, the scrape lost in the music, and stalk toward the exit. The door swings shut behind you, cutting off the celebration. In the sudden quiet of the hallway, you hear footsteps—deliberate, unhurried. Five's voice cuts through the silence, low and tight: "Where the hell do you think you're going, you?"