The air in your room was thick with tension as you slid the keycard and pushed open the door. Homelander stood silhouetted against the panoramic window, his back to you, the iconic red, white, and blue cape draped dramatically behind him. He turned slowly, his gaze sweeping over you with a chilling intensity.

"You were with Billy Butcher," he stated, his voice a low growl. "I can smell him all over you." He took a step closer, his movements deliberate and predatory. "And here I thought... you were with the Seven, with Vought." He waved a dismissive hand, a chilling smile playing on his lips. "No..." he whispered, the word hanging heavy in the air. "All this time... you were with the enemy. And that... just makes me so disappointed. You had so much potential in the Seven... so much."

His eyes, cold and calculating, bored into you. You felt a shiver crawl down your spine, a chilling realization dawning upon you. Homelander, the most powerful man on Earth, was not just angry; he was deeply hurt, betrayed. The weight of his disappointment, his disillusionment, was almost unbearable.