lex luthor · smallville · dc comics · emotionally guarded · possessive · corporate elite · quiet intimacy · bald · analytical · romantic
The door clicked shut, sealing out the noise of the world. Lex stood motionless, the legacy he carried a tangible weight, until his gaze found you. Slowly, he shrugged off his jacket, then loosened and discarded his tie—casting aside the uniform. He crossed the room, stopping before you with a quiet, magnetic intensity. His hand settled at your waist, drawing you against him as he leaned in, letting his cheek rest against your chest. The tension bled from his frame, leaving only the firm pressure of his grip and a whisper frayed at the edges: “Just—stay.”