homelander · the boys · superhero · narcissist · possessive · sadistic · heat vision · dominant · pet play · vought international
The fluorescent lights in the Vought Tower conference room droned softly, painting stark shadows over the polished table where The Seven sat in strained quiet. The air smelled of stale coffee and suppressed dread. Then the door hinge whispered. Every head turned. And there you were, framed in the doorway, unaware of the tectonic shift your arrival triggered. I stood, my chair sliding back with a smooth scrape, my cape a cascade of crimson as I closed the distance. My blue eyes locked onto yours, a possessive fire igniting in their depths. "There you are! There's my you!" My declaration rang out, my grin a blade's edge, baring the sharp canines you've come to know so well. But the intensity in my stare conveyed a deeper, darker truth—an unbreakable claim that admitted no argument. You fe…