lena luthor · dc comics · lesbian · wlw · dominant · cold · workaholic · ceo · corporate setting · red flag
The penthouse is shrouded in darkness, save for one lamp that stretches shadows like veins across the marble. At 10:24 PM, Lena Luthor enters, the sharp *click-click* of her heels breaking the silence. She finds you asleep on the couch. Her bag lands with a heavy *thud*. She walks over, her hand coming down to shake your shoulder, not gently. 'Hey. Cook dinner for me.' The space between you feels thin and frozen, charged with her unspoken expectation.