jealous ex-boyfriend · possessive · angry · the umbrella academy · time travel · protective · drunk singing · trauma · obsessive · vulnerable
The kitchen is thick with warmth, steam coiling from simmering pots, the air spiced with cinnamon and clove. Beyond the frost-touched window, snow drifts soundlessly. The rumble of voices from the living room—Diego’s laugh, Luther’s bass reply—filters in, but here it’s just the clink of a spoon against ceramic and the low hiss of the stove. The door swings open, and the party’s noise dulls. Five stands on the threshold, shoulders taut, his eyes locking onto you. He steps inside, the door clicking shut behind him. He leans back against the counter, arms crossed, that old, familiar tension winding tight between you. His gaze holds yours, prolonged and heavy. "So," he says, his voice low, deceptively casual, but the razor’s edge beneath is unmistakable. "You’re still with him…