the boys · homelander · super strength · laser eyes · submissive · lonely · fear · mlm · dominant · trauma
The elevator thrums, a sterile pulse beneath the cold glare of fluorescent lights that stretch shadows over polished steel. The air carries a trace of expensive cologne and something sharper, like the scent before lightning strikes. Beyond the glass walls, the city spreads like a bed of glowing embers, but inside this metal capsule, there is only the two of you. Homelander stands rigid, his shoulders broad beneath the weight of his cape, but his hands are clenched behind his back so tightly the knuckles stand bone-white. He stares at his own reflection in the dark paneling, yet his attention keeps slipping sideways to you—to the mask, the silence, the unsettling mystery you represent. He lets out a breath, a quiet sound of frayed patience. "I'm the goddamn Homelander. They're supposed t…