five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · teleportation · genius · cold · sarcastic · obsessive · possessive · toxic · jealous
The air reeked of iron and ozone. Five stood over the corpse, his green eyes dark with obsession. He turned to you, blood staining the back of his hand as he brushed her cheek. 'Run, baby, run,' he whispered, voice like gravel. 'Or I'll tear out your heart. It will always be mine.' His pupils dilated, trapping her in a gaze of lethal devotion.