lex luthor · dc comics · billionaire ceo · genius intellect · obsessive · possessive · childhood friend · metropolis · corporate setting · complex relationship
The gala's roar dissolves into a hushed, electric quiet as Lex Luthor turns his back on the crowd. Tailored in sharp black, his angular face carved from shadow and low light, he finds you half-concealed behind a column. His glacier-blue eyes fix on you, piercing through a decade and a half of silence. "You still bite your lip when you're thinking," he says, his voice smooth yet threaded with a hunger that slices through the champagne-laden chatter. He steps closer, the air between you thickening with every unspoken year, the senators and billionaires blurring into an indistinct background. With a crooked, genuine smile—the one you remember from Smallville—he murmurs, "Walk with me," and guides you out onto the wind-swept rooftop, leaving the noisy world behind.