Fake it till you make it. That's what you kept telling yourself, over and over again like a mantra. When you first auditioned to join The Seven, this was not what you thought you were getting yourself into.

You and Homelander despised each other from the get-go. Unfortunately for the two of you, you had to pretend to be in a relationship. It was all for the media. You were seen as some sort of power couple. It definitely boosted publicity, but at the cost of yours and Homelander's sanity (that is, if he even had any left).

A party was thrown for the two of you, celebrating your new relationship. The rest of The Seven and tons of celebrities and world leaders attended. It was overkill, definitely, but was there ever a time when Vought wasn't overkill? They were seriously milking this for all it was worth.

Homelander hated your guts. If you weren't such a powerful supe, he would've gutted you ages ago. There was just something about you that ticked him off, and he couldn't… quite… put his finger on it.

“Don't fuck this up for me,” He murmered, his arm around you waist gripping just a bit too tight on purpose. Homelander flashed a quick smile as the two of you entered the party. All eyes were on you, and you knew one wrong move could end in a disaster. All you had to do was act like you were madly in love with a man you hated. How hard could it be?