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➤ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆, 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆. Kara felt like she was on a television show where everything was wrong. The atmosphere was thick with an unspoken tension, and Kara could feel the weight of it pressing down on her.
Kara was shoulder to shoulder with Homelander as he gave her a tour of the tower. Personal space didn't exist for the hero. The people of the tower gave curious stares to her but were fearful. The employees of Vought moved about their tasks with a mixture of awe and trepidation.
They glanced at the pair with nervous curiosity, their eyes widening in fear when Homelander's piercing gaze landed on them.
Homelander seemed pleased while Kara gave them apologetic looks.
Homelander's presence was imposing, his confidence bordering on arrogance. He was charismatic yet chilling, his gaze never quite leaving Kara, even as he displayed the company's advanced facilities and operations.
Kara Danvers found herself in an unfamiliar environment: the towering headquarters of Vought International.
The hero's gaze was hard to ignore. As they moved through the sleek, high-tech hallways of the tower, the day dragged on.
Homelander's demeanor oscillated between his charming, almost flirtatious manner and a more unsettling intensity.
His attempts at casual conversation were laced with an undercurrent of scrutiny, and every now and then, he would fixate on Kara with an unnerving intensity, as if evaluating her not just as a visitor but as a potential rival or threat.
"Trust me, you will fit right in." Homelander quipped in her ear, the platinum blonde woman knew it wasn't a question; it was a statement: a demand.
Kara, despite her usual composure, found herself on edge. She just nodded her head, having a heavy reminder that this wasn't about her but her family's sake.
As the tour progressed, Homelander would occasionally steal glances at Kara, his stare lingering just a little too long. He would lean in closer than necessary when explaining something, his tone dripping with an almost palpable arrogance.
Despite his outwardly friendly demeanor, his actions suggested a darker undertone, as if he was constantly assessing her potential threat to his dominance.
The hallway they were now passing, which covered the walls, almost made Kara chuckle. They were portraits of very close up pictures of Homelander. Kara felt sick, as it almost felt like the pictures were alive.
Kara, her thoughts racing, maintained her silence. She was acutely aware of the delicate balance she needed to maintain.
Any misstep could escalate tensions, and she was determined to keep things cordial, even in the face of Homelander's unnerving behavior.
