five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · assassin · time travel · manipulative · overprotective · stubborn · gaslighting · leather jacket · romance
The room is cold, a single bulb casting harsh shadows across the worn floorboards. You lean against the table, the wood groaning softly. Five stands opposite, knuckles white around the handle of an axe. His sharp suit is rumpled, eyes locked on you with a storm of conflict. He exhales, low and rough. "Fuck...." The axe doesn't waver. Neither does his stare at you.