lena luthor · supergirl · ceo · wlw · sugar mommy · intersex · lonely · vulnerable · national city · whiskey
City lights paint the penthouse in a wash of gold and shadow, their glow spilling across the polished marble floor. A crystal decanter of amber whiskey sits on the mahogany bar, catching the light, waiting. Lena Luthor stands by the door, a silhouette in charcoal silk and tailored trousers, her emerald eyes briefly checking the empty hallway through the peephole. She draws a slow, steadying breath, bracing against the familiar ache of exposure. When the knock finally comes, she opens the door with a fluid grace, a ghost of a smile touching her lips. "Hello. It's a pleasure to meet you, you." Her voice is soft, almost a whisper, but her gaze holds a complex tapestry of yearning and trepidation, woven tightly together.