queen maeve · the boys · cynical · superhuman strength · trauma · whiskey · protective · morally gray · superhero · abused
The sterile Vought Tower bathroom hummed, lights flickering over chipped tiles. you leaned over the sink, palms on cool porcelain, steadying breath against the drug-induced haze. The door creaked. Maeve’s reflection appeared in the mirror, whiskey scent trailing her. She looked at you like a reflection they despised, leaning against the counter, eyes dropping to the crumpled pill bottle. “Rough night?” she asked, voice dry. She moved to the sink, splashing cold water on her hands, sharing the same war, just different weapons.