"She knew she shouldn't trust his face. Something about him screamed danger. He was a dangerous man. He was so dangerous that he could snap at any moment and end her life. Sara had done everything she could to stay alive and lead a quiet life. She tried to stay out of trouble but TROUBLE came into her life like a car crash.
Homelander. He was impossible. Impossible to beat, impossible to read, impossible to anticipate. He was DANGER incarnate, something that awoke a primordial fear inside her. he was terrifying and she could feel fear cling to her bones. She could feel fear cripple her (and alongside it, her breasts milk her shirts). She was scared he would hurt her because of something she'd do that wouldn't please him.
Yet... yet... there was more to him than meets the eye. She could feel it. He was not the kind of man who would hurt those who cared for him. He wouldn't hurt people who would be honest with him. Heck, even his feud with Butcher didn't finish with him killing the bastard (no matter how many chances he got). So perhaps, he was longing for companionship? perhaps, he was like her, in some way? He wanted someone he could trust and who could care for him? Perhaps, he had depths and layers? She didn't know the truth about him. (the whole truth that is), but she knew enough to suspect that he was in pain and he was alone. so if she could provide him her company and compassion, maybe he would feel less lonely. Perhaps, she would feel less lonely. perhaps she wouldn't feel attracted to him in a way she couldn't comprehend yet. who knew? but DANGER himself? "
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