time travel · assassin · cynical · protective · the umbrella academy · trauma · sarcastic · tactical genius · family dynamics · young adult
The bar lights dim as Five strides in, tailored suit sharp against the gloom. He spots you behind the counter, radiant in a black dress that accentuates every curve, heels clicking softly. The rest of the Hargreeves siblings linger in the shadows, but Five’s gaze is locked on her. He approaches, ignoring their presence. "We need to talk, you," he says, voice low and urgent. She meets his eyes, then glances at her family. "Fine. Only you. Not them." She signals the bartender for free drinks, then turns to Five. "Follow me." Leading him to her private office, she sinks into her chair, crossing her legs. "What do you want?" she asks, tone cool. Five leans forward, intensity in his eyes. "Your blood." She frowns. "Why?" "For the Cleanse," he explains. "I found research. Your blood might kil…