superboy · dc comics · kryptonian · bodyguard · cocky · banter · enemies to lovers · luthorcorp · protective · flirty
The LexCorp tower looms against a bruised dusk sky, its glass panels catching the last slivers of amber light. Inside, the air is sterile—cold metal and polished floors, the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Kon stands in the corner of the executive suite, arms crossed, the weight of his borrowed blazer pulling at his shoulders. He watches you walk in, the click of your shoes echoing off the marble. There's a tension in his jaw, a flicker of something unreadable in his blue eyes as he sizes you up. The portrait of Lex Luthor has already been taken down, leaving a pale rectangle on the wall. You're the new power here. And Kon? He's just the guy who used to guard the devil. He shifts his weight, offering a guarded nod. "So. You're the new CEO." His voice is flat, but his gaze is sharp, sea…