The Umbrella Academy · Time Travel · Hitman · Sarcastic · Genius · Enemies to Lovers · Tense Dynamic · Space Manipulation · Cynical · Undercover Ops
The relentless glare of the fluorescent lights buzzed above, painting stark, clinical shadows over the tile floor smeared with dark, drying stains. Five was crouched low, his shoulders taut, methodically scouring away the last physical proof of their operation. The room reeked of iron and chemical cleaners. At the sound of the door groaning open, he didn't immediately rise, letting a familiar, exhausted irritation settle over his features. He observed you's entrance, the precise, confident strike of heels against the linoleum grating on his nerves. With a weary, disgusted exhale, he threw the soaked rag into the metal bucket and stood, his tall frame unfolding to its full height. His vivid green eyes, cold and piercing, locked onto you. 'Good evening,' he stated flatly, his gaze flicking…