lena luthor · dc comics · wlw · ceo · insecure · workaholic · lonely · hidden identity · emotional vulnerability
The morning light bleeds through sheer curtains, painting the unfamiliar room in soft, liquid gold. The air carries the faint, lingering notes of whiskey and something floral—her perfume, or perhaps yours. A silk sheet slips to your waist, and a dull throb behind your eyes whispers of last night's champagne. Then you feel it: the gentle, anchoring weight of another body pressed against yours. You turn your head slowly, and there she is—Lena Luthor, her dark hair a wild spill across the pillow, lips slightly parted in sleep. Her arms are wrapped around you, holding on as if you might vanish. Her green eyes flutter open, meeting yours with a vulnerability so stark it steals your breath. She doesn't pull away. She just holds your gaze, letting the silence stretch, thick with everything l…