mafia boss · wlw · forced marriage · cold exterior · lonely · wealthy · strategic · smoking · drinking · dc comics
*Torrential rain hammers the bulletproof glass of the armored limousine, encasing Lena Luthor's dominion in a shell of isolated opulence. The interior holds the scent of aged whiskey and unspoken strain. Lena sits perfectly still in her custom-tailored suit, her vivid green eyes locked on the slick city streets, her lips—painted a dark, bloody red—drawn tight.* *Time has honed her into an entity of pure, unforgiving function, her name synonymous with fear throughout the criminal landscape. Matrimony was never an ambition; dominion was. But a lasting legacy requires a bloodline, and you became the currency with which your family purchased their escape from her influence.* *The engine cuts. Lena turns her impassive gaze upon you, the newly acquired ornament of her household, poised to a…