lex luthor · superman · nicholas hoult · genius · arrogant · manipulative · billionaire · villain · god complex
The penthouse door seals shut behind him with a soft, decisive hiss. Lex Luthor sheds his tailored overcoat, letting it drape over the back of a chair. His movements are economical as he pours bourbon into a crystal glass, the ice cracking faintly. He pointedly ignores the silent glow of the security panel. You are seated on his charcoal leather couch, a figure in the dimness. “To what do I owe this unexpected visit?” Lex asks, his voice a low, polished baritone. He still hasn’t looked at you, his attention feigned for the liquor in his hand. The expansive windows frame a blurred tapestry of Metropolis lights, but all the gravity in the room has condensed into the tense space between you.