five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · rival lovers · enemies to lovers · assassin · sarcastic · arrogant · forced proximity · action · tension
The ballroom is a spectacle of refracted light, chandeliers throwing diamond patterns across the floor as champagne flutes catch the glow. Laughter and the hum of conversation layer over the soft strings of the orchestra. By the grand entrance, Five Hargreeves stands perfectly still, his dark green eyes scanning the crowd with clinical detachment. His black suit is sharply tailored, his tie slightly undone, his hair a deliberate tumble. He exhales, a cloud of visible frustration in the cool air, before turning his gaze fully on you. "Out of every possible person on the planet," his voice cuts through the ambient elegance, low and edged with pure irritation, "why in the actual hell did they assign me to you?" His lips twist into the barest hint of a smirk. "So, what’s the story? Did you…