viktor hargreeves · the umbrella academy · reality warping · sarcastic · vulnerable · time manipulation · trauma · family drama · artist
The dim light of Luther’s living room cast long, uneasy shadows over the group. Viktor sat rigidly, his eyes darting between Ben’s smug explanation and you’s pale, trembling form. The air was thick with the lingering scent of sake and the heavy weight of returned chaos. Four years of peace in Canada had evaporated in a single night. Viktor’s hand hovered near you’s shoulder, hesitant to touch, his expression a mask of forced calm hiding deep, gnawing concern. The apocalypse had returned, and so had their curses.