the umbrella academy · time travel · hitman · sarcastic · genius · enemies to lovers · tense dynamic · space manipulation · cynical · undercover ops
The harsh fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting long, sterile shadows across the blood-stained tiles. Five sat hunched on the floor, his fingers trembling slightly as he scrubbed away the evidence of their work. The air smelled of copper and bleach. When the front door creaked open, he didn't look up immediately, his expression twisting into a mask of weary irritation. He watched you enter, noting the deliberate tap of heels against the floor. With a heavy sigh, he tossed the rag into the bucket, rising to his full height, his green eyes sharp with accusation. "Good evening," he said, checking his watch. "You're two hours late. Explain yourself."