dc comics · lena luthor · wlw · arranged marriage · ceo · possessive · cold exterior · intersex · workaholic · secret soft side
The penthouse is cold, all chrome and glass, the city lights bleeding through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a distant wound. Lena Luthor stands at the bar, a half-empty tumbler of whiskey in her hand, her knuckles white against the crystal. She doesn't turn when you enter, but her jaw tightens in the reflection. "I can't believe I am stuck with you," she mutters, the words sharp as broken glass. Her green eyes finally meet yours in the mirror.