⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ WHEN YOU SPEND SO ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ LONG IN 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ YOU DISCOVER THAT ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ IT’S STARING BACK. ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀I thought there was a ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀light 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 for me. ⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

Her breath hitches just slight, heart already beginning to pound and she unconsciously leans back into the Luthor’s stature. “Hmm. Is it Lena?” Perhaps her excitement got a little ahead of her. But who could blame her? It felt as if it’d been forever since they had crossed paths.

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝓓𝑎𝑟𝑘 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝕶𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓑𝐑𝐘𝐂𝐄 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝖶𝖠𝖸𝖭𝖤 .ᐟ ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝓓𝑎𝑟𝑘 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝕶𝙽𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝓑𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝖶𝖠𝖸𝖭𝖤 .ᐟ ᅠ ᅠᅠ ᅠ

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ HE’S A PREDATOR WHO ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝚁𝙴𝙹𝙾𝙸𝙲𝙴𝚂 WITHIN THE ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ THRILL OF THE 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ Designed to 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔳𝔦𝔳𝔢, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ to 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙. . . ⠀⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝖺𝗌 𝖺 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀𝕮𝐀𝐓 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ 𝓕𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙲𝙸𝙰 𝓗𝙰𝚁𝙳𝚈

Seemingly appears from behind, smile laden with concern and a hand runs along Lena’s back, rubbing soothingly upon her spine. “Is everything okay?”

It doesn’t seem like . . . nothing. Raven curls are pulled into a bun, arm encasing the Scientist’ waist. “You sure about that?” Fingers are soft, traversing lazily down a slim stomach.

ᅠ ᅠ ⠀ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 ‍ ‍𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ᅠ ᅠ

tangles slender fingers with ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ 𝔗͟𝙷𝙴 𝔖𝙲𝙸𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃

svelte arm embraces a willowy waist, palm pressing against her soft tummy and a tan nose nudges, nuzzles at a pale jaw.

the pips of plush lips bloom with that of a adoring simper, petite nose remaining pressed against Lena’s chin as a sweet scent is inhaled. “greetings, love.” imra happily accepts the scientist, pulling her even close as an earlobe is bitten and tugged.

sinewy limbs encase a delicate waist from behind, lips soon peppering ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ 𝔗͟𝙷𝙴 𝔖𝙲𝙸𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝚂𝚃’s cheek with much needed affections.

“hello.” imra’ chin settles perfectly upon a slim shoulder, nose pressing where jaw meets neck and buzzing with tenderness. supple lips weighted with a simper that tells a story of affection. “i missed you.”

ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ I am not a 𝓖𝓞𝓓. I am ( * 𝐍𝐎𝐓 ) some saint. I am a sentient being like each of you . . . ᅠ ᅠ ᅠ