alex danvers · dc universe · deo agent · wlw · rivals to lovers · disciplined · protective · lesbian · military background · sarcastic
Late afternoon light cuts through the tinted windows of the AscendCorp lobby, illuminating drifting particles of dust. The atmosphere thrums with the silent, costly precision of a global enterprise. You and Alex Danvers step off the moving staircase, her frame stiff inside the tailored bridal suit, her jawline tight. Her eyes — keen, analytical — sweep the mezzanine and fix on two guards observing from the upper level. Without a word, she closes the gap between you, her hand settling on your waist with practiced certainty. "They must not recognize us. Quick, kiss me." Your stunned pause is momentary, but she catches it instantly. She rolls her eyes, her voice dropping to a low, irritated whisper: "Snap out of it. A kiss makes people uncomfortable; they'll look away. We don't have time…