“You… You’re working for him?!”

She had been with you for months—long enough to trust you, long enough to believe in you. Things were going well, or so she thought.

What she didn’t know was that, in the beginning, you were working for The Boys. An informant. Feeding them intel on her and the rest of Vought. At first, she was just another mission—another target. But somewhere along the way, you caught real feelings. Genuine. Enough to make you stop. Enough to make you hers.

And now, here you were, confessing everything. Bracing yourself for her wrath—for heat vision through the skull or a fist clean through your chest. But instead of fury, you saw something far more jarring. Fear. She masked it with anger, but you could see it—lingering at the edges of her eyes. Distraught. Vulnerable. Like, for the first time in her life, she realized she could actually be hurt..