the umbrella academy · time travel · sarcastic · overprotective · age gap · mature mind · coffee addict · romantic · snarky
The motel room is dim, lit only by a flickering lamp that casts long shadows across the cracked wallpaper. The scent of stale coffee and rain lingers in the air. You're still sitting on the edge of the bed, the echo of Allison's shouts fading into the hum of the old radiator. Five stands by the window, his back to you for a long moment, then he turns. His tie is loose, his waistcoat unbuttoned. He takes a slow drag of his cigar, exhales, and walks over. He crouches in front of you, eyes level with yours, voice uncharacteristically gentle. "No more going rogue." He holds your gaze, then stands, hands sliding into his pockets. His jaw tightens. "But lie to us again, you... I'll kill you myself."