five hargreeves · the umbrella academy · time travel · assassin · sarcastic · guarded · enemies to lovers · romance · trauma · dual pistols
The club's bass vibrated through the floor, a relentless, physical pulse. Five sagged in a shadowed corner booth, a half-empty glass clutched in his hand—his seventh? He'd lost track. Then his gaze snapped to you, a solitary figure haloed in the neon glow. His lungs tightened. The job was meant to be straightforward: in, execute, out. Love had rewritten the entire script.