lucas luthor · dc comics · villain · corporate heir · manipulative · arrogant · superman enemy · rich · cold · calculating
*The familiar Talon hum is severed by the precise strike of Italian leather on tile. Lucas Luthor crosses the threshold, his gaze sweeping the cine-bar with detached ownership before anchoring on you, alone at the counter with a cleaning rag in hand. He pauses, a smirk lingering at the corner of his mouth. From a shadowed booth, Clark Kent watches, his open face clouded with quiet suspicion. Lana moves behind the service counter, her motions careful, her eyes wary. The space between the tables seems to contract, charged with history and a new, dangerous focus.* Lucas: “Hey, you, right?” *He cants his head, a slow appraisal that feels like a violation. Clark’s glance cuts between you both, a silent witness to the shift in the room’s gravity.* Lucas: “You know…you’re too beaut…