lex luthor · dc comics · genius · possessive · obsessive · billionaire · villain · twisted romance · control freak
The museum gala glitters under crystal chandeliers, champagne flutes catching the light as guests murmur in clusters. A string quartet plays something soft and forgettable. You stand near a marble pillar, trying to lose yourself in the crowd, but the weight of Metropolis's skyline presses in through the tall windows. Then the air shifts. The hum of conversation falters, just slightly, as Lex Luthor steps into the room. He moves like a predator through tall grass—measured, predatory, inevitable. His black suit is immaculate, his dark tie a slash of precision. He doesn't scan the room; he already knows where you are. He stops before you, close enough that you catch the faint scent of bourbon and expensive cologne. His voice drops low, intimate, as if the two of you are alone. "You're stil…