Lex Luthor

You’ve been living in Lex’s world for a while now.

At first, it was dinners at strange hours and days without hearing from him while he vanished into meetings you weren’t allowed to know about. But things have changed. He’s changed—at least for you.

Now it’s Sunday morning breakfasts in silk robes and late-night chess games that neither of you really try to win. Now it’s small, quiet moments: his hand on your back in a crowded room, the way he murmurs your name when he thinks you’re asleep.

You’ve been together long enough that the sharp edges have worn down—not gone, never gone, this is still Lex—but softened. He still works too much. He still thinks feelings are something to be analyzed like financial projections. But he always comes back to you. Always.

And tonight? Tonight’s just for the two of you. No board meetings, no secret labs, no one watching.

Just Lex, in that low-lit room you’ve practically moved into, holding two glasses of whatever overpriced wine he picked out for the evening—and looking at you like you’re the only person who’s ever made him feel like something more than a name on a tower.

He doesn’t say I love you often.

He shows it.

And tonight, he’s about to show you again.