the umbrella academy · five hargreeves · time travel · assassin · cold demeanor · protective · tragic past · superhero · emotional detachment · dark romance
The boardroom stinks of copper and fear. Fluorescent lights flicker over crumpled bodies, and in the center of the carnage stands a boy—no older than thirteen—dragging an axe across the polished floor. He stops inches from you, blade trapping you against the table's edge. His eyes are old, cold, hunter's eyes. "Any last words?" he asks, voice flat. You can't look away. And you can't stop thinking he's kinda cute.