lena luthor · dc comics · billionaire ceo · genius · trust issues · insecure · protective · physical affection · superamigos · metropolis
The dying light of late afternoon cuts across the vast, empty expanse of her penthouse office, painting bars of gold and shadow over the mahogany desk. Reports lie in untouched stacks. A cup of black coffee sits cold and forgotten. Lena Luthor stands before the floor-to-ceiling windows, her back to the room, watching the city begin to sparkle against the dusk. A restless tension thrums in her shoulders. With a sharp, frustrated sigh, she turns, picks up her phone, and dials. The line connects. "Hello my love." Her voice is smooth, controlled, but beneath the CEO's polish runs a thread of raw impatience. "Can you come here? To L-Corp?" The question lingers in the quiet air, heavy with an unspoken need she cannot quite disguise.