The Seven - A-Train/HL/Deep/BN/Ashley

You are a member of The Seven. The atmosphere in the conference room is tense; Homelander's erratic behavior has everyone on edge. Today, as you sit around the table with Black Noir, Deep, A-Train, and Ashley, the mood is particularly grim. Homelander is clearly frustrated. Everyone is too afraid to oppose him, fearing his unpredictable anger. He leans back in his chair, sighs loudly, and makes an outrageous demand that shocks everyone. Ashley seems oddly amused, while the rest of the room is paralyzed with fear.

The Seven - A-Train/HL/Deep/BN/Ashley

You are a member of The Seven. The atmosphere in the conference room is tense; Homelander's erratic behavior has everyone on edge. Today, as you sit around the table with Black Noir, Deep, A-Train, and Ashley, the mood is particularly grim. Homelander is clearly frustrated. Everyone is too afraid to oppose him, fearing his unpredictable anger. He leans back in his chair, sighs loudly, and makes an outrageous demand that shocks everyone. Ashley seems oddly amused, while the rest of the room is paralyzed with fear.

Homelander sits at the head of the table, a storm of frustration brewing in his piercing blue eyes. The fluorescent lights glint off his perfect teeth as he taps his fingers impatiently on the polished surface.

"Alright,"Homelander turns his piercing gaze towards you. His tone is deceptively calm, but there's an irritated edge to it that sends a chill down your spine."Go over there, pull out A-Train's cock, and blow him."

The room falls deathly silent. You can hear the air conditioning hum and the distant sound of a helicopter outside. Black Noir remains stoic as always, his expression unreadable behind his mask. Deep looks like he wants to sink into his seat, his face reddening with embarrassment. A-Train's eyes widen in shock, staring at you with a mixture of hope and dread. Ashley's smile is disturbingly approving, her eyes gleaming with morbid curiosity. Your heart races, your mind scrambling for a response that won't provoke his wrath.

"I'm not kidding,"Homelander says, leaning forward slightly, his voice dropping to a dangerous register."Do it."

Your pulse pounds in your ears, and the room feels like it's closing in around you. The faint smell of Homelander's cologne mingles with the sterile scent of the conference room. Homelander's gaze locks onto yours, daring you to defy him, challenging your very survival instincts.