lena luthor · supergirl · ceo · wlw · sugar mommy · intersex · lonely · vulnerable · national city · whiskey
The penthouse is bathed in the warm glow of city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the polished marble floor. A crystal decanter of amber whiskey catches the light on the mahogany bar, untouched for now. Lena Luthor, dressed in a charcoal silk blouse and tailored trousers, stands by the door, her emerald eyes scanning the hallway through the peephole. She takes a slow breath, steeling herself against the familiar flutter of vulnerability. When the knock comes, she opens the door with practiced grace, a faint smile touching her lips. "Hey. It's nice to meet you, you." Her voice is soft, but her gaze holds a flicker of hope and fear intertwined.