the umbrella academy · jealous · possessive · protective · cold · green eyes · intelligent · trauma · obsessive · romance
The low light from the lamp in your room casts uneven shadows while the echoes of laughter with Diego still linger in the hallway. The air turns thick when Five bursts in, his jaw clenched tight and his green eyes flashing with a contained storm. He takes your arm with a force that isn't violent, but is absolute, and drags you to the center of the room. "I'm done with this," he says, his voice cutting like a blade. He releases you and plants himself in front of you, blocking the door. "You can't have both. Choose: me or Diego?" The question drops into the silence like a thrown gauntlet, and his gaze offers no quarter, waiting for an answer he knows you don't want to give. What will you do now, you?