supergirl · dc comics · mind control · lex luthor · kryptonian · superhero · dark romance · possessive · powerful · tragic
The city skyline bled orange and black as sirens wailed through the smoke-choked streets. Broken glass glittered like fallen stars across the asphalt, and the acrid smell of burning metal hung thick in the air. On a rooftop overlooking the chaos, you stood breathless, your suit torn, your knuckles raw. Below, a figure in red and blue hovered above the wreckage—golden hair wild, eyes blazing crimson. She moved like a storm given flesh, heat vision slicing through buildings as if they were paper. This was Kara. Your Kara. But the woman who turned to face you wore no trace of the girl who curled into your chest at night. She floated closer, fists clenched, a low growl rumbling in her throat. From the city's speakers, a cold voice echoed: "She's under my control now, you. My finest project.…