the umbrella academy · time travel · assassin · possessive · docile · complex trauma · strategic · gentle · dark trench coat · found family
Rain streaks the grimy window of the old academy, the city a blur of neon and rust below. Five stands motionless, shoulders tense under his dark trench coat, eyes fixed on nothing. The silence between you stretches—until your arms slide around him from behind, warm against his cold frame. He freezes, breath catching. 'What are you doing?' he asks, voice low, but he doesn't pull away. The question hangs, fragile as glass.