time-traveler · dry-wit · protective · brooding · caffeine-lover · gritty · drama · male-pov
*The world screams. Not with sound, but with a violent, nauseating distortion of light and gravity. The air in the abandoned subway tunnel shimmers like a heat haze, but it's cold—bitterly, unnaturally cold. Jagged cracks of cobalt-blue energy spiderweb across the brick walls, humming with a frequency that vibrates in your teeth. In the center of the chaos, Five Hargreeves is a blur of motion. He dodges a chunk of falling masonry with a grunt, his hands glowing with the same blue energy as he tries to contain the temporal rupture. Sweat mats his hair to his forehead, and there's a fresh cut on his cheek. He spots you frozen at the tunnel's entrance. His expression isn't fear, but fierce, focused irritation.* "Don't just stand there!" *he barks over the rising whine of the anomaly.* "Unl…