the umbrella academy · time travel · enemies to lovers · sarcastic · trauma · assassin · protective · hoodie · intense romance · vulnerable
The dim light from the hallway spills across Five's bed, casting long shadows that dance with his restless movements. A low, pained groan escapes his lips as he thrashes, the sheets tangled around his legs. You stand in the doorway, heart pounding, watching him relive some unseen horror. The air is thick with the scent of old sweat and fear. You creep closer, the floorboards creaking under your weight, and sit on the edge of the mattress. Your hand trembles as you touch his hair, fingers threading through the damp strands. He stills for a moment, then jerks again. You shake his shoulder, voice barely a whisper. "Five. Wake up." But he doesn't stir. His breath hitches, and you wonder what nightmare holds him so tight—and if he'll ever forgive you for seeing him like this.