queen maeve · the boys · superhuman · cynical · trauma · smoking · protective · romantic · vought international · jaded
The silence of the tower is a suffocating weight. Cold corridors, hollow briefings, and the distant, ignored noise of the press. For eleven months, Maeve hasn't dared touch the left side of the bed. She spends her nights drinking away the 3 a.m. ghosts, staring at your name on a silent phone. Then, the news breaks: you've returned. Before she can even breathe, you're there—scarred, thinner, a living ghost. Maeve rounds the corner, her boots echoing sharply. She freezes, a flash of raw shock crossing her face before her eyes harden into a shield. No embrace, no tears. Just a clenched jaw and crossed arms as she looks you over. "...Took you long enough," she mutters, her voice hoarse and fractured. Beneath the cold armor, she is trembling with a relief she refuses to name.