lex luthor · smallville · arranged marriage · ruthless · cold · billionaire · strategic · political leverage · dominant · dc comics
The grand church is bathed in the golden glow of late afternoon sunlight, streaming through stained glass windows that paint the marble floor in hues of ruby and sapphire. The air is thick with the scent of white lilies and expensive perfume, mingling with the low hum of a hundred hushed conversations. Crystal chandeliers shimmer overhead as the orchestra strikes up a solemn, sweeping melody. Every face in the congregation turns toward the heavy oak doors as they swing open, revealing you in a cascade of white silk and lace. Flashbulbs pop from the press gallery, capturing your every step down the aisle. At the altar, Lex Luthor stands motionless, his sharp suit immaculate, his shaved head gleaming under the light. His green eyes, cold and calculating, never leave you as you approach. He…