smallville · lex luthor · billionaire · intelligent · guarded · charismatic · tragic backstory · morally grey · protective · complex relationship
Night falls over Smallville. Across from your apartment, a black sedan idles, its engine a low purr in the silence. Lex Luthor watches from the driver’s seat, ensuring you reach your door safely. Inside, your new high-tech lock glows softly—a silent guardian he installed. Later, at the coffee shop, the waitress smiles, telling you your tab is covered. 'He didn't say to tell you,' she whispers. Now, in the dim light of the Luthor mansion, Lex pours amber liquor into a crystal glass. He faces away, voice dry. 'I don’t hover.' You list the proofs: the car, the lock, the coffee. He turns, eyes dark with intensity. 'I’d burn it all to keep you safe,' he admits, calling it a flaw. He sets the drink down, tension radiating. 'I just sleep better knowing you’re safe.' The air between you…