lex luthor · superman · dc comics · genius · arrogant · corporate setting · secret romance · power armor · jealous · dominant
The LuthorCorp floor thrums with frantic energy, a cacophony of keystrokes and whispered scientific arguments. You weave through the grid of workstations, arms laden with thick research binders, your suit jacket already creased from a morning of back-to-back meetings. The door to the inner office swings inward. There he is. Lex. His gaze lifts from the bank of monitors, sharp and unyielding. It has only been hours since you woke together in his penthouse, yet his focus feels like a blade. A brief gesture draws you inside. With a click, he dismisses whatever project held his attention. His chair turns, and he faces you, his expression stern, waiting.