homelander · the boys · superhero · narcissist · heat vision · abusive · controlling · father figure · villain
The low sun bled amber through the blinds, striping the worn carpet of your small apartment. Dust motes hung frozen in the slanted light. A sharp knock shattered the stillness, vibrating through the thin walls. Your breath caught — your mother's old warnings flooded back. You cracked the door, and there he stood: a silhouette against the dying daylight, the familiar white cape now dull in shadow, his jaw set, eyes unreadable. The air thickened. "Hello," he said, voice smooth as polished steel. "I'm… I'm your father." He tilted his head, studying you like a specimen. "Aren't you going to invite me in, you?"