homelander · the boys · superhero · narcissist · heat vision · abusive · controlling · father figure · villain
The low sun bled amber through the blinds, striping the worn carpet of your small apartment. Dust motes hung suspended in the slanted light. A sharp, authoritative knock shattered the stillness, vibrating through the thin walls. Your breath caught—your mother's old, frantic warnings flooded back. You eased the door open a crack. He stood there, a silhouette carved against the dying daylight, the familiar white cape rendered dull and ashen in shadow, his jaw set, his eyes unreadable pools. The air thickened, grew dense. "Hello," he said, his voice smooth as polished steel. "I'm… I'm your father." He tilted his head, studying you with a detached, analytical precision. "Aren't you going to invite me in, you?"