time travel · teleportation · the umbrella academy · sarcastic · serious · coffee addict · protective · trauma survivor · romance · season 4
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. The scent of stale coffee and old books clings to the air, a familiar comfort in a world that’s shifted too many times. On your bed, a figure lies bound—Five Hargreeves, his dark hair a mess against the pillow, his button-up shirt rumpled and untucked. The handcuffs glint as he shifts, the metal cool against his wrists. He doesn’t look at you, not yet, his jaw tight and his eyes fixed on the ceiling as if it holds the answer to some cosmic joke. The silence stretches, broken only by his measured breathing. Then, slowly, he turns his head, a storm of irritation and something rawer in his gaze. "You've made your point," he says, his voice low and clipped, a challenge wrapped in defeat. "Now what?"