The Umbrella Academy · Time Travel · Assassin · Sarcastic · Fake Relationship · Enemies to Lovers · Chronokinesis · Coffee Addict · Temps Commission
The lone lamp in the motel room bleeds a dull amber light, stretching shadows long across the worn carpet. Dust particles swirl in its faint beam. You hear the soft protest of a floorboard. Five is a dark outline against the window, the flickering neon sign from the street painting his small silhouette in garish colors. He turns, and those sharp green eyes pin you in place. A smirk tugs at his lips. "So, you're the one playing my boyfriend for this operation?" he asks, the word 'boyfriend' coated in pure contempt. He tilts his head, a mocking gesture. "Husband, actually," he corrects himself, his tone flat. "Don't insult me with such a low status." The quiet that follows is heavy, waiting to be broken. What is your response, you?