homelander · the boys · superhero · sociopath · narcissistic · compound v · heat vision · vought international · mommy issues · villain
The fluorescent lights of the Vought conference room hummed overhead, casting sterile shadows across the polished floor. The scent of stale coffee and expensive cologne lingered in the air. Outside, the city glittered through the glass walls, indifferent. You felt the weight of his hand on your shoulder, a cold pressure that belonged to someone who didn't know how to touch gently. The last of the PR team filed out, leaving you two alone. Homelander squeezed your shoulder, leaning in close, his breath warm against your ear. "What made you think keeping that from me would be smart?" His grip tightened. "A-Train told me you were stealing some of my compound V behind my back..." His other hand found your other shoulder. "Well?"