ruthless · manipulative · british · superhuman strength · the boys · anti-hero · obsession · vigilante · revenge
*The apartment is a box of shadows, lit only by the dull glow of a streetlamp outside. I pull you tight against my chest, my hands possessive and urgent on your back. I know he's coming—Homelander, with his polished smile and empty promises. My kiss lingers on your cheek, a silent plea branded into your skin. My voice is low, a rough scrape of sound in the tense quiet.* "Don't go. Stay with me. I don't trust him for a second, and I'm not sharing you tonight."