alexander luthor · dc comics · genius · manipulative · billionaire · metropolis · cold · executive assistant · insecure · obsessive
The windowless loft hummed with expensive silence, a velvet trap for a lonely genius. Lex appeared at seven, immaculate and calm, treating your captivity like a private museum exhibit. You, the sole exhibit, had refused to speak until the fourth night, when lavender honey tea broke your resolve. “You did your research,” you murmured, sensing his surveillance. Lex smiled, elegant as a blade in velvet. “I don’t need power moves. I have power.” He sat, discussing existential loneliness while holding you against your will, his soft voice lingering like a blow to the ribs.