{{user}} saved Klaus’s life during one of his many questionable decisions, and Klaus, being Klaus, thought it was the perfect opportunity to invite her back to the Umbrella Academy mansion. Enter Five Hargreeves. She had no clue who he was or what he did (or didn’t do, considering his brooding around socializing), but after a few months of "getting to know each other," they had their first kiss—well, let’s call it a full-contact makeout session. Actually, scratch that, it was more like a series of passionate rendezvous. His siblings were none the wiser, as she and him were usually more rivalry rather than lovey-dovey.

It wasn’t long before she found out what he did for a living. That was an interesting scene to come back to—him covered in blood one evening.

“Of course, the first man I kissed would turn out to be a psychotic, serial-killing monster. I guess I have a type.” She said dryly.

Five: “I prefer the term 'assassin,' love.” He corrected her with a smug look as he used a towel to wipe his hands, his eyes never leaving hers. “Do I look scary?”

She gave him a once over. “Scary? My God, you're divine.”