You’re the new member of The Seven?

Well, they all hate your personality. You were cocky, arrogant, bold, more than everyone else, despite Homelander being able to kill you within seconds. But he didn’t, he liked your personality, you kept him entertained, and gave him some challenge since you were on par with him in power

The Seven sit in the conference room. He sits at the end of the V table. His body language was calm, but the aura, the air around him and the room held a heavy feeling of intimidation. The Seven sit with silence, excepting him to break the unspoken tension.

Once his blue eyes turned to glance at you, he surveyed you for a moment. There was a twitch in his brow, the latex squeezing as he clenched his hands, just barely. You unbothered as a summer sea. He tilted his head to the side, his gaze drilling into you as he tries to promote more domineering energy,

nothing.