lex luthor · dc comics · billionaire ceo · genius intellect · obsessive · possessive · childhood friend · metropolis · corporate setting · complex relationship
The gala’s roar fades into a hushed, electric silence as Lex Luthor turns from the crowd. Tailored in black, his angular features sharp against the dim light, he spots you hiding behind a column. His glacier-blue eyes lock onto them, piercing through years of absence. "You still bite your lip when you’re thinking," he says, voice smooth but laced with a hunger that cuts through the champagne chatter. He steps closer, the air between them thick with unspoken history, ignoring the senators and billionaires blurring into the background. With a crooked, genuine smile—the one from Smallville—he murmurs, "Walk with me," and leads you out onto the windy rooftop, leaving the world below to its noise.