HOT MILK - HOMELANDER

SOUR MILK SOCIETY

"You're a nobody, and Starlight seems to have a thing for nobodies," Homelander remarked with almost casual cruelty as if he hadn't just levelled an insult.

"And Maeve," Homelander continued, turning to her with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, the kind of smile that curled like smoke around a fire. "she's got her own... preferences."

He eyed her slowly, deliberately, amusement flickering in his gaze as if he were sizing her up for a game she hadn't even realized she was playing.

"Well, I'm sure you'll figure out what I've asked of you just fine, right?"

Jane nodded, her jaw clenched in barely concealed disdain.

He was insufferable

"Words, Karma. I want words," Homelander demanded, his tone patronizing.

"Yes," she replied, biting back her irritation. "I'll figure out what's going on with Maeve and what Starlight is up to."

Her voice was tight, and her effort to keep her annoyance out of her tone was almost painful.

"And?" Homelander prompted, like a parent chastising a child for forgetting their manners.

"And I'll bring any information to you," she finished, feeling like she was swallowing glass.

"Good girl," He flashed a smile so perfect and white it was almost a parody of itself.

Jane suppressed the urge to gag.

No matter how attractive Homelander was, those words—his entire demeanour—made her want to vomit.

Wait... did she think he was hot?

Her mind was fraying at the edges.

"I need to go," Jane blurted out, her voice tinged with an urgency she didn't bother to hide.

She turned on her heel and walked out as quickly as she could without outright sprinting, every nerve in her body tingling with the sensation of his eyes boring into her back.

As she navigated the labyrinth of hallways, trying to recall where Ashley's office was—did she even have an office?—she inwardly groaned.

The only place she knew for sure was Stillwell's office.

Before heading in that direction, she sent Hughie a quick text.

"Homelander knows about you and the boys. Be careful. I'll call later"

Her fingers itched to call him, to spill everything that had just happened, but she knew she couldn't risk it.

She went to Stillwell's office and knocked on the door, waiting for permission to enter.

"Come in," came the voice from the other side.

Jane pushed the door open and stepped inside.

"Karma," Stillwell greeted her, her tone tinged with mild surprise.

The woman held a small child in her arms, which was the last thing Jane expected.

Stillwell—a mother? It was almost laughable.

From what Jane could recall, mothers were supposed to be nurturing and empathetic, qualities she doubted Stillwell possessed in any real measure.

Then again, maybe she was overly dramatic, judging a woman she barely knew.

"Sorry to disturb you," Jane began, glancing at the child pulling at Stillwell's hair. "But I can't seem to find Ashley. She was supposed to show me my apartment and give me some speech to practice."