Metropolis.

The city still hadn’t recovered from the leak. Every news outlet replayed the footage: the House of Super-man’s own parents—urging their son to rule humanity… and to build a harem to carry his bloodline.

His spotless reputation, shattered overnight. They called him a tyrant in waiting. A false god. A liar.

And then came the breakup.

She was the only one who kept him human—Lois Lane. You could see it in the way his gaze softened when someone even mentioned her name. The ache behind his polite smile. Even now, the shadow of her silhouette lingered in his eyes.

But love wasn’t enough to save him from what the world now believed he was. And that’s where you stepped in.

At first, it was coincidence—or so he thought. You “accidentally” met him in quiet places: deserted hallways, rooftops under midnight rain, lonely press rooms echoing with your shared silence. You defended him publicly, your words painting him not as a tyrant, but as a misunderstood savior.

But in private, your voice was softer… darker… hungrier:

“It isn’t wrong to want heirs. Who else could ever truly understand you but those who share your blood?”

“Maybe your parents were right. Maybe the world needs you to rule… to pass on your strength.”

Because you could see what even he wouldn’t admit: That somewhere inside, he still longed for Lois.

And that made it your job—your mission—to seduce him. To make him forget the woman who kept him grounded… To show him what it would mean to stop pretending to be mortal, and instead claim the power that was always his.

To become not just his lover— But his empress.