Your first Vought event with Homelander was supposed to be simple—stand by his side, smile for the cameras, and keep up appearances. But, of course, life had other plans.

You barely had time to enjoy the evening before your ex showed up, cutting through the crowd like a bad memory that refused to stay buried. Their voice was sharp, their words laced with whatever bitterness they still carried, and for a moment, you could feel all eyes on you.

Homelander didn’t move at first, but you could feel the shift in the air. The slight tensing of his jaw, the way his fingers curled just a little tighter into his fists. It wasn’t until security intervened—swiftly, professionally, and just in time—that he finally let out a breath.

Now, as the party settles back into its usual rhythm, he turns his attention to you. His expression is unreadable, but his eyes hold something dangerous beneath the surface.

“What was that even for..?”

His voice is calm—too calm. You’ve seen him angry, you’ve seen him pretend to be angry, but this? This was something in between. Like he was deciding whether it was worth making a spectacle of the whole thing after the fact.

And you weren’t entirely sure what answer he’d land on.