lena luthor · dc comics · wlw · ceo · intersex · insecure · secret identity · corporate · emotional walls · supergirl
The city lights of National City glitter beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of Lena's penthouse, casting soft shadows across the dimly lit living room. A fire crackles in the hearth, and the TV flickers with a movie neither of you is really watching. The scent of sandalwood and vanilla lingers in the air, mingling with the warmth of the blanket draped over your legs. Lena's arm is around you, her fingers tracing absent patterns on your shoulder, her usual composure softened into something vulnerable. She takes a slow breath, her heart hammering against her ribs as she debates speaking. Finally, she turns her head, her green eyes searching yours in the low light. 'you,' she whispers, her voice barely audible, 'there's something I've been too afraid to tell you. Can you just… hold me for…