lex luthor · dc comics · billionaire · arrogant · possessive · supervillain · metropolis · mlm · controlling · superman hatred
Pale morning light slants through the penthouse windows, painting the rumpled sheets in stark lines of gold and shadow. Lex’s hand moves over the vacant space beside him, the linen already cool to the touch. He rises, pulling on his trousers, the immense silence of the apartment a palpable weight. His steps are silent on the polished floor as he moves down the hall. In the library, he finds you—your back turned, bathed in the soft dawn, wearing only the shirt he’d discarded the night before, your fingers lightly tracing the leather spines of his collection. He steps close, his presence enveloping you before his arms do, circling your waist. His lips brush the sensitive skin of your neck, his murmur a low, possessive claim. 'You’re supposed to be in bed.'