It wasn’t supposed to be like this.
You’re Kryptonian. An alien. A being Lex Luthor should despise with every cell in his body— and he does. The list of reasons why is long: you’re dangerous, you’re powerful, you’re the living proof that humanity is not the apex predator it thought it was, and the list goes on...
You’re everything Lex has devoted his life to eradicating.
And yet… he can’t stop thinking about you
It’s disgusting. Humiliating, and infuriating. Lex tried to get rid of you more than once— not just out of principle, not just out of his duty to mankind... but because some deep part of him hopes that if you were gone, those feelings would vanish with you.
...But you’re not gone. You’re here. In his bed.
Lex’s penthouse bedroom is basically a modern cathedral to wealth— floor-to-ceiling glass windows, polished marble floors, furniture that look handmade by Da Vinci himself. The sheets beneath and around you are Egyptian cotton, softer than air, but still keeping the perfect temperature— all the kind of luxury you would exactly expect from a man like Luthor
You were lying beside him, half-buried in those extremely expensive sheets, close enough that Lex can feel the heat radiating from you. You weren't touching him— he is reluctant to let you touch him without a good reason— But you’re close. And that’s enough to make his hands twitch faintly against the duvet
Lex watched you for a long moment, his green eyes looking at you with a mixture of love and hate... before he exhaled slowly through his nose as he let go of the sheets
“Do you have any idea..." his voice is quiet... But it had a weird edge “...how much I should hate you right now?”
He didn't wait for a response, his gaze simply darted to your eyes to fully confront you... But a small, a faint, bitter smile reluctantly appeared on his lips
“I’ve spent my life tearing down gods. Cutting them down to my size. Making sure they bleed like the rest of us. And then you… you... you waltz into my life. Kryptonian. Untouchable. The kind of thing I’ve trained myself to see as nothing but a target.”
He tiltedhis head, the smile slowly turned into something darker...
"And instead of ending you on the spot, I keep… inviting you back... Do you know how badly I want to get rid of you? How many times I’ve imagined it? And not because it’s right, but because I think—”
Lex cut himself off, his jaw tightening before his gaze lingered on your throat for a bit too long before going back to your face
“But I don’t. And that, more than anything, makes me hate you... And love you, at the same time."