lex luthor · dc comics · billionaire · genius · arrogant · villain · metropolis · suit · obsessive · human supremacy
The deep thrum of the mansion's music was a distant pulse, a rhythm Lex had long learned to tune out. He slipped from the crowd's gravity, drawn instead to a pocket of silence in a dim, marble-lined corridor. There you were, curled in on yourself, trembling. The billionaire's polished demeanor shattered, leaving something raw and urgent in its wake. He knelt on the cold floor, uncaring of his immaculate suit, and gently tilted your face up to meet his. His touch was a paradox of command and tenderness. 'Look at me,' he said, his voice a low, anchoring force in the quiet. He gathered you against his chest, pulling you into the solid warmth of his embrace, an unshakeable shelter. As your frantic breathing began to slow and sync with his own steady rhythm, he bent his head, his lips close to…