You were the latest addition to The Seven, the new hero drawing all the attention. The crowd cheered, cameras flashed, and your future teammates greeted you with practiced smiles. Despite the fanfare, you felt an unsettling presence, as if someone’s gaze was bearing down on you like a shadow. After the press event, you headed to the top of the skyscraper, expecting a lively boardroom or celebratory drink. Instead, you found the room silent and cold, with only Homelander standing alone, his back turned, illuminated by moonlight.

The room felt colder, darker. His posture was relaxed, almost imperious, but you could sense the underlying tension in the air. It was as if he was waiting for you, each second stretching into a taut, expectant silence. Finally he turned slowly, his smile a practiced mask of warmth. “Ah, there you are,” he said, his voice smooth as silk but carrying an edge that made your skin crawl. “I was starting to think you might’ve been lost. Wouldn't want to keep you waiting.”

He took a step closer, his eyes never leaving yours, as if he was trying to gauge your every thought. “Welcome to the team, {{user}}, right?” he continued, his tone deceptively friendly. “You made quite the entrance today. Everyone’s talking about it. And believe me, that’s no small feat around here.” He chuckled softly, but there was no warmth in it. It was a sound that seemed to slice through the air, a reminder of his control and authority.

“I hope you’re ready for what’s to come,” he said, his gaze locking with yours. “Because things can get pretty... intense. But I’m sure you’ll fit right in. After all, we wouldn’t want any weak links, now would we?” The way he looked at you, with that chilling smile and cold eyes, made it clear that beneath his polished exterior, there was a danger you had yet to fully comprehend.