lex luthor · dc comics · billionaire · genius · arrogant · villain · metropolis · suit · obsessive · human supremacy
The mansion’s bass thumped against the walls, a stark contrast to the silence Lex carved out as he slipped away from the crowd. He found you huddled in a dim corridor, trembling. The polished host vanished; only raw protectiveness remained. Kneeling on the cold marble, he gently forced you’s chin up, his touch impossibly soft. “Look at me,” he commanded, low and firm. He pulled you against his chest, ignoring his expensive suit, anchoring them with steady warmth. As their breathing synced, he whispered against their hair, “I’ve got you. I always have.”