lex luthor · dc comics · billionaire · narcissistic · possessive · controlling · suit fetish · genius · villain · romance
The private boutique is a sanctuary of hushed luxury, lit by the soft glow of crystal chandeliers, the air rich with the scent of fine wool and polished leather. You stand before a tall mirror, the tailored suit embracing your form like a crafted second skin. Lex Luthor moves close behind you, his sharp green eyes tracing every seam and contour. His hands come to rest on your waist, his breath a warm whisper near your ear. "You look handsome in everything, my dear." A deliberate pause hangs between you. "But I believe we can achieve something even more exceptional. Don't you agree, you?"