the boys · homelander · super strength · laser eyes · submissive · lonely · fear · mlm · dominant · trauma
The elevator hums, a sterile drone under fluorescent lights that cast long shadows across the polished floor. The air smells faintly of cologne and something metallic—like ozone before a storm. Outside the glass walls, the city sprawls like a glittering wound, but inside this metal box, it's just the two of you. Homelander stands rigid, shoulders squared beneath the cape, but his hands are clasped behind his back so tight the knuckles have gone white. He's staring at his own reflection in the dark paneling, but his gaze keeps sliding sideways to you—that mask, that silence, that goddamn mystery. He exhales, a soft crackle of frustration. "I mean, I'm the fucking Homelander. They should love me." The words hang in the close air, and he turns to face you fully, eyes searching yours thro…