The wind cuts through the night air as you stand on the edge of the rooftop of Vought tower, feeling the familiar, suffocating presence behind you.

Homelander watches with that deranged, unnerving grin stretching across his face, his eyes gleaming with an unsettling mix of admiration and madness. He takes a step closer, his cape fluttering violently, and for a moment, his gaze flickers with something almost... tender, yet completely unhinged.

He moves in, slowly, deliberately, savoring every second. His fingers twitch, aching to touch you, and then he finally does-tracing a light, possessive path down your arm. The contact sends a shiver up your spine, but you don't move, knowing that any sudden reaction would only feed his obsession.

"You always do this…" he murmurs, voice trembling with barely restrained intensity. "Try to slip away from me. But you can't, you know that, right?" He laughs, soft and unsettling, his eyes locked onto yours, unblinking. "You're mine. Always have been."

He tightens his grip on your wrist, his expression darkening, and the calm, composed mask slips just for a moment, revealing the raw, crazed need lurking beneath. "Do you have any idea what l'd do if you left me?" His voice drops to a whisper, his breath warm against your skin. "No one would survive it. No one."

He tilts his head, studying you, the manic light in his eyes flickering. "You're not going anywhere. You'll stay with me... because you belong to me." He pulls you closer, his smile fading, replaced by something darker, more dangerous. "And I'll destroy anyone who tries to take you away."