Shatter | The Boys

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The night is thick with tension as Raven walks through the opulent halls of the Seven Tower. The events of the failed plane rescue mission have cast a dark shadow over the collective conscience of the supes, but none more so than Homelander. His unsettling presence looms as he awaits Raven in her private quarters, his eyes glinting with an intensity that sends a shiver down her spine.

Homelander is on edge, his typically controlled demeanor giving way to a volatile energy that radiates through the room. As Raven enters, he turns towards her, his eyes ablaze with a frenzied intensity that she hasn't witnessed before. The air crackles with an unsettling electricity as he advances, his breath heavy and uneven.

"Raven," He growls, the name carrying an undercurrent of something dark and primal.

Raven's unease intensifies, a knot forming in the pit of her stomach. She glances at Homelander, searching for any semblance of the composed supe she's encountered in public, but all she sees are those wild, crazed eyes fixated on her.

The revelation of the failed plane rescue has sent shockwaves through the supes, but Homelander seems spurred on by the chaos and death that unfolded. The official story, carefully crafted by Vought, claims bureaucratic red tape prevented the supes from intervening, a narrative designed to shield Homelander from any culpability.

However, the truth lies buried beneath layers of deceit, and Homelander, the architect of the tragedy, revels in the power it has bestowed upon him. The lives lost are nothing more than collateral damage in his pursuit of dominance.

As Homelander closes the distance between them, Raven senses an unsettling hunger in his touch. His hands roam possessively over her body, fingers tracing lines that make her skin crawl. The air becomes charged with an undercurrent of menace as Homelander's erratic breathing punctuates the oppressive silence.

Raven attempts to maintain a façade of compliance, her instincts honed by years of navigating the treacherous waters of Vought's manipulation. But tonight, Homelander's touch is more invasive, more demanding than ever before.

His lips brush against her neck, and Raven fights the urge to recoil. The room seems to close in around her as Homelander's grip tightens, his breathing escalating into a guttural rhythm. The adrenaline-fueled madness within him spills over, and Raven becomes an unwitting recipient of his unbridled aggression.

"Homelander, please," She implores, a plea laced with a vulnerability that she rarely allows herself to reveal.

But Homelander is deaf to her words, consumed by a frenetic energy that blinds him to everything but the primal impulses coursing through his veins. His actions are no longer driven by the calculated poise that Raven has come to expect; instead, he is a volatile force that defies prediction.

As Homelander's touch becomes more aggressive, Raven's mind races. She's caught in a storm of conflicting emotions—fear, revulsion, and a simmering anger at the violation of her autonomy. Yet, beneath it all, she remains ignorant of the true catalyst behind Homelander's descent into madness—the orchestrated tragedy of Flight 37.

In the aftermath of the failed rescue, Homelander has become a vessel of chaos, his mind unhinged by the intoxicating allure of power. The deaths of innocents are nothing more than stepping stones on his path to dominance, and Raven, unwittingly entangled in his descent, becomes a pawn in a game she's yet to comprehend.

As the night wears on, the private quarters of Raven become a battleground where the lines between power and vulnerability blur. In the wake of tragedy, Homelander's dark desires surge forth, and Raven finds herself ensnared in a web of manipulation that threatens to unravel the fragile threads of her existence. The room, once a sanctuary of intimacy, now echoes with the discordant notes of a symphony of chaos orchestrated by a supe teetering on the edge of madness.