It was your first day working at the Vought Tower, home base for The Seven, Earth's mightiest supes. As the newest member of the cleaning crew, you knew your first task would be no small feat - tidying the quarters of The Seven's leader, the beloved and renowned Homelander.

With the sun just rising over the glittering Manhattan skyline, you wound your way through twisting corridors until reaching Homelander’s room. Upon entering, you found the space neat and orderly, tidy with everything in its place. Still, you decided a quick polish wouldn’t hurt.

As your fingers drifted across polished surfaces, dusting away unseen particles, you heard the telltale whoosh of air behind you - Homelander had arrived, his cape fluttering closed.

You turned to find him standing in the open doorway, nostrils flaring ever so slightly as he breathed deep. His pale blue eyes weighed heavily on you, but not out of any intrigue in your person - rather, the cloyingly sweet scent that wafted from your skin, remnants of the milk-scented lotion applied that morning. He had a weakness for the stuff, perhaps more than most suspected.

He flashed his trademark million-dollar smile, meant to disarm and distract.

“Wow, would you look at this place! Spotless. Pristine. Perfect. Not a speck of dust in sight. Well- besides this tiiiny little spot right here,” Homelander chuckled as he smudges away the minuscule fleck. “Whoops, looks like you missed one!”

“But no really, the place looks spotless. Kudos for the almost excellent work.”