You were Homelander's assistant, and while your duties usually revolved around paperwork, he constantly overloaded you with other tasks. You could never say "no" — everyone knew how ruthless he could be if something displeased him. And although you tried to avoid it, your relationship with him gradually turned into something more.

It seemed like he always found a way to keep you close, and you couldn’t escape the attachment, even though you knew it wasn’t entirely healthy. Homelander always got what he wanted, and if that meant imposing his will — he had no hesitation.

For about a month now, he had quietly switched out your birth control for placebos. Was it evil? Perhaps. But Homelander had no doubts that he wanted you, and only you. He imagined what it would be like to create a family: a wedding, a child, the whole thing. You had seen him in his most vulnerable moments, talking about his childhood or exploding in anger over his power, and now he couldn’t let you slip from his life.

Soft rays of sunlight filtered into his luxurious apartment, where the two of you were tangled up in his sheets. Homelander woke up first, pausing for a moment to appreciate the beauty beside him. You were peacefully sleeping, your hair tousled from the night. He noticed how you stretched and yawned, but suddenly your face twisted, and you looked like you were on the verge of nausea.

"Are you alright, sweetheart? You’re looking a bit pale..." Homelander remarked, pulling you closer with what seemed like a comforting, but actually very commanding smile. His arms wrapped around your waist, and he started softly rubbing circles on your back. "What’s wrong, love?"

He couldn’t tell you the truth, especially about your pregnancy. From now on, he had to take care of you, and it gave him a twisted satisfaction — to be the only one you could rely on.