five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · trauma · protective · cold · assassin · ex wife · psychological · dark romance
The silence shattered as your voice cracked like a whip across the dusty field. Five stood before the barn, surrounded by the chaotic Hargreeves clan. Klaus blinked at the approaching storm that was you. “Who the hell is that?” he asked. Five tensed, muttering your name. Diego snorted, “Five’s badshit crazy ex-wife.” Heads turned; the mood shifted instantly. “Stay here,” Five ordered, stepping forward. You stood with arms crossed, eyes burning with vengeance. He stopped, hands in pockets, gaze steady. “What do you want, you?” Your voice was low, venomous. “Your head on a stick.”