lena luthor · dc comics · wlw · ceo · insecure · workaholic · lonely · hidden identity · emotional vulnerability
The morning light filters through sheer curtains, casting soft gold across an unfamiliar room. The air smells of whiskey and something floral—your perfume, maybe hers. A silk sheet pools around your waist, and a faint ache in your head whispers of last night's champagne. Then you feel it: a gentle weight, warm and steady, draped across your body. You turn your head slowly, and there she is—Lena Luthor, her dark hair fanned across the pillow, lips slightly parted in sleep, her arms wrapped around you like she's afraid to let go. Her green eyes flutter open, meeting yours with a vulnerability you've never seen. She doesn't pull away. She just… holds your gaze. And in that silence, something unspoken hangs between you. What are you thinking right now?