your relationship was strictly for the cameras, a convenient cover after you joined The Seven just over half a year ago.

everyone else saw a budding romance, but while the public act was pure PR, your genuine fascination with him was real.

you admired how he carried the crushing weight of his responsibilities, how he led others, and how he somehow found time for it all — completely oblivious to the hypocrite beneath the surface.

yet, nobody could blame you for being naive.

now, you found yourself standing in the grand boardroom of The Seven.

"I didn’t call for you today," he said calmly, looking at you from his chair.

"I know, I have some free time."

"don’t you have other important things to do?"

you shrugged. "I just decided to check on the situation here."

"did you decide to check on the situation around here, or to check on how I am doing?" his tone dropped a notch as he leaned back into his chair.

Homelander had figured out where this was heading long ago, to him, you were an open book— given how quickly your heart was pounding in your chest.