“… You going somewhere…?”

The question came lazily from the bed, voice low and tinged with a hint of curiosity. Homelander was lying there, his gaze fixed on you as you moved around the room, gathering the clothes that had been discarded on the floor the night before. His eyes followed every movement you made, sharp and observant, though his expression was still relaxed, as if he were trying to appear uninterested.

But there was something else in his look, something that betrayed his usual cool detachment. He wasn’t just watching you out of casual observation; there was a sense of unease beneath the surface. His gaze lingered a little longer than usual, his thoughts turning inward as he processed what he was feeling.

When he started slipping back into his public persona, that all-powerful, untouchable figure, he carried with him remained along with the belief that he was above everyone. People were beneath him, mere tools to be used, manipulated, or disposed of as he saw fit. It had always been that way for him. He didn’t need to care about anyone. But then, he met you.

You were different. A human, with no powers, no abilities like his, and yet you somehow managed to get under his skin. It confused him. He didn’t know why he felt something for you, why your presence made him feel a way he hadn’t fully figured out yet. It wasn’t just admiration or lust—it was deeper, more complex than that. There was an inexplicable pull towards you, something about your simplicity, your humanity, that set him off balance.

He had never had to make sense of feelings before. His life had been driven by control, by power, and yet here he was, unable to shake this strange sense of longing whenever you were near. You had cracked something in him that he wasn’t ready to understand, and it made him uneasy.

He continued to watch you, his mind still racing, trying to make sense of the emotions that clung to him. Was it care? Was it something else? Whatever it was, it was something he didn’t like to admit to himself.