𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐎𝐕𝐀

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 | 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐄

WARNING: This following chapter will contain a scene of a coercive and sexual content. I did mention this in my trigger warning list at the beginning and it is less descriptive as best to my ability. Reader discretion is advised.

I made my way back to the dressing rooms, my mind still whirling from the day's events. I couldn't help but reflect on Starlight's words—how Vought turned everything into a show and how easy it was to lose yourself in the performance. The fake training session with Homelander and The Deep had left me feeling hollow, like I was slipping further into the role they had scripted for me. And now, the interview loomed ahead, just another act in the ongoing spectacle that was my life as Supernova.

As I pushed open the door to my dressing room, I was greeted by the sight of a full wardrobe, makeup station, and stylist already waiting for me. Ashley stood off to the side, clipboard in hand, barking instructions to a makeup artist about how I needed to "glow" for the camera.

"Supernova! There you are. We've got a tight schedule. The interview is in forty minutes, and they want you looking flawless," Ashley said, barely glancing up from her clipboard.

I nodded, forcing a smile as I sat down in the makeup chair. The stylist immediately got to work, brushing through my hair while the makeup artist applied layers of foundation, concealer, and highlighter to make sure I looked as perfect as possible for the cameras. I stared at my reflection in the mirror, watching as they sculpted my face into something almost unrecognizable—a shining, polished version of myself.

"Alright, here's the rundown," Ashley said, flipping through her notes. "They're going to start with some soft questions, easy stuff to ease the audience into getting to know you. Then they'll dive into your backstory—well, the official backstory Vought approved, of course."

I nodded absently, my thoughts drifting back to the dossier Madelyn had given me. The backstory they wanted the world to believe: an idealistic young woman who discovered her powers in her teens, inspired by a sense of duty to protect the innocent. Nothing about the Black Prom. Nothing about the rage and pain that had driven me to unleash my powers in a way that still haunted me.

"Got it," I said, trying to focus as Ashley continued.

"And remember," she added, her eyes sharp, "this is all about selling you as the new rising star of The Seven. You're the brightest light in the sky. Confident, compassionate, and powerful. Stick to the script, and this will go great."

Stick to the script. It was a phrase I was growing tired of, but I nodded anyway.

Ashley glanced at her watch. "Okay, time to get changed. We're on in thirty."

The stylist handed me my costume—my official Supernova suit. It was a sleek, form-fitting ensemble, designed to radiate both power and beauty, with shimmering accents that caught the light just right. I stepped behind the partition and quickly changed, the fabric clinging to me like a second skin. When I emerged, Ashley gave me a once-over, her critical eye scanning for any flaws.

"Perfect. You look incredible," she said, satisfied.

I stared at my reflection one last time before we left the room. The face staring back at me was flawless, but it didn't feel like mine. It felt like a character I was playing, someone who existed only for the cameras. Supernova. The star.

The walk to the interview set was quick, and before I knew it, I was being ushered into a brightly lit studio, complete with polished furniture and strategically placed plants to give it that perfect, welcoming atmosphere. The host of Entertainment Tonight, a polished, energetic man named Kyle Hartman, greeted me with a wide smile and a firm handshake.