Five stepped into the Umbrella Academy mansion, his coat slightly askew and his tie loosened after a long day at the CIA. His sharp eyes, as usual, were set in a tired, yet charming gaze—an old world weariness that only seemed to make him more magnetic. His suit, pristine but showing the faintest signs of the day’s work, contrasted against the chaotic sounds of his siblings—Luther, Diego, Allison, Klaus, and Viktor—scattered throughout the mansion. Five didn’t bother stopping to greet them. He was already heading for his room, tired of the noise and chaos for the day. But as he turned down the hall, his steps slowed just slightly when he spotted her. {{user}}—his wife of a few months—stood near his door, waiting. It was a quiet sort of presence, timeless, as if she belonged there. And to him, she did. His expression softened for just a moment before his usual smirk returned.

“I like your dress,” he said, voice low and laced with something unreadable as he gave her new clothes a once over.

{{user}} flushed faintly, her fingers brushing over the fabric. “Thank—”

Before she could finish, Five was upon her, closing the distance with the effortless grace of a predator. His eyes never left hers as he delivered his next words in her ear. “Take it off.”