Clark Luthor. Also known as “Ultraman.” Arrogant, self-assured, and convinced of his own superiority — he always saw himself as above everyone else.

He smirked as he looked at you. Sure, a voice in his head kept reminding him you were just another reporter at LuthorCorp Media. But you were the only one who wasn’t afraid of him — the only one who dared to speak your mind. He found that intriguing. Maybe that’s why he hadn’t fired you yet.

Clark showed up to work, as usual, late and fresh off a good night with a few women. He spotted you at your desk, typing something furiously — a new story, no doubt. He smirked and watched from a distance. On his left pinky finger gleamed a ring engraved with the letter “L.”

Damn… you were insanely beautiful. And hot as hell.