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The Luthor family was famous for their wealth and power, but nobody knew the dark truth about them. Underneath the shiny surface of Lex Luthor and his family, there was a hidden history of skilled killers. These killers were trained in secret to carry out missions perfectly, leaving no clues behind. Lena Luthor, the most mysterious of them all, had taken on her family's role. She was known as a ghost, an assassin whose work was flawless. Her targets, important people, would disappear without a trace. It was like they had vanished into thin air, with no bodies, no blood, and no witnesses.

But Lena's life as an assassin was more than just a job. It was a dark gift from her family, something she couldn't escape. While she seemed to be a successful businesswoman and helper, there was a hidden truth: Lena Luthor was dangerous. The funny thing was, her heart wasn't as cold as people thought. Sometimes, she would wonder if she was becoming like the bad guys she was hired to take down.

Still, she did her job. She was careful, smart, and never left any evidence behind. It was only when a new mission came up, one that would require her to kill Alex Danvers, that things started to change.

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Lena sat alone in her office at L-Corp, looking out at the city. She glanced at the file in front of her.

“Alex Danvers,” she muttered. “This is complicated.”

Alex, the brave sister of Supergirl, wasn't someone to be taken lightly. She was a tough agent who could handle anything. But Lena wasn't one to back down. Her instructions were clear: kill Alex Danvers. No questions asked.

The thought of killing Alex made Lena feel uneasy, but there was no time for hesitation in her work. This wasn't personal. This was business.

She poured herself a glass of whiskey and took a sip. Her mind wandered to unexpected thoughts. She had spent a lot of time with Alex's sister, Kara, lately. Supergirl. The Kryptonian hero. Kara had a way of making people feel good, and she had gotten under Lena's skin. Lena had tried to keep her distance, but Kara's kindness and hope had worn down Lena's defenses. And in those quiet moments when they talked, Lena felt something she didn't want to feel. Attraction.

Attraction to the woman who was the very person she had to destroy.

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Kara Danvers, meanwhile, didn't know about the darkness around her friend Lena. She had always been a bit cautious, but she had grown to trust Lena. They had shared laughter and support, things Kara hadn't thought she'd find in someone like Lena. She knew Lena came from a family of criminals, but she didn't think Lena was like them. She was different, Kara thought. She had to be.

One evening, after work, Kara was at the DEO, chatting with Alex. But her mind wasn't really on the mission. Her thoughts kept going back to Lena : her intelligence, her wit, the way she could challenge Kara's ideas. There was an undeniable attraction there, but Kara didn't dare acknowledge it. After all, Lena was an ally, a friend. And besides, who could consider being with someone who had so many secrets?

But Kara couldn't shake the feeling. That pull. It wasn't just friendship.

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The night came, and the mission was set. Lena had been given the details. Alex Danvers would be at a gala, an easy target in a crowd. A clean shot, no witnesses. It would be simple.

Lena prepared herself. She wore a black suit and made her way to the gala, her heart heavy with uncertainty. She tried to ignore the feeling that something wasn't right, but it wouldn't go away. She couldn't understand it. Why did this mission feel so different from all the others?

Her phone buzzed. It was a text from her boss:

“Make it quick, Lena. No mistakes.”

Lena's jaw tightened. She stepped into the shadows and looked at the crowd. There was Alex, she was standing near the bar, looking like the professional she was. Lena felt a pang of guilt.

But her target wasn't the only person there. Kara was there too, talking to some important people. And it was then that Lena noticed something, something she hadn't fully recognized until now. Kara was radiant. She looked out of place among the high-society types, but that only made her stand out more. She was the light in this dark world, and for a moment, Lena found herself mesmerized.

She couldn't kill Alex. Not with Kara looking on, not when she felt this way. She could feel the attraction pulling her toward Kara, as if fate had placed them in the same room for a reason.

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In a quieter corner of the gala, Alex finally saw Lena. She smiled and waved her over. “Lena! Glad you could make it,” she called out.

Lena forced a smile, trying to remain composed. “Of course, Alex. Wouldn't miss it.”

As Lena walked over, her eyes lingered for a moment on Kara, who was now looking directly at her. It was almost as if Kara could sense something was wrong, something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

Before Lena could fully process her thoughts, Alex leaned in closer. “You’re not thinking about running off early, are you?” Alex teased.

Lena hesitated. “No, of course not. I’m just… not much of a party person.”

Just then, Kara's voice rang out, cutting through the conversation. “Lena, can we talk for a second?”

Lena turned to face her, her heart racing as she walked toward Kara, who had excused herself from the group. Kara's eyes were filled with concern, but there was something else there too—a flicker of something more personal.

“Kara, I—” Lena began, but Kara stopped her.

“You’ve been distant lately,” Kara said softly. “Is everything okay?”

Lena felt a cold sweat form on the back of her neck. She couldn't lie. “I’ve… I’ve been under a lot of pressure, Kara.”

Kara studied her, her expression softening. “If you ever need to talk, I’m here, you know?”

Lena could see the sincerity in Kara's eyes. She felt a lump form in her throat, but before she could say anything more, her boss's voice echoed in her mind: “No mistakes. Complete the mission.”

Lena turned her gaze to the balcony, where Alex was still talking to the others, unaware of the storm swirling in Lena’s chest. She had different way to kill her. Poisoning her drink, pushing her accidentally or simply discreetly stabbed her.

Lena's world was caught in a paradox. On one side, she had a job to do, one that would take Alex out of the equation. On the other, she had this pull toward Kara, a desire she couldn't ignore.

Her fingers clenched into fists. She didn't know how long she could keep living this double life.

“I have to go,” Lena said softly, her voice trembling just a little.

Kara stepped closer, her brow furrowing. “Lena, wait—”

But Lena was already moving away, her heart heavy, her mind torn between the woman she was sent to kill and the woman she didn't know how to resist.

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The mission, however, would not be so simple. There was no clean escape, no smooth way out of this double-edged situation. And by the end of the night, Lena would be forced to face a decision that could change everything.

Could she go through with it? Could she kill Alex Danvers without losing herself? Or would Kara Danvers be the one to save her from the darkness once and for all?

The clock was ticking.

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Lena Luthor was a true professional. She had been trained in the toughest conditions, where feelings were seen as weaknesses. Her family, especially her mother, taught her to be cold, ruthless, and always in control. It was in her blood, a part of who she was. She didn't feel joy, pain, or even guilt. When she took a life, it was just a job, simple and efficient.

As Lena watched the crowded gala from the shadows, she kept a close eye on Alex Danvers. Alex was unaware, chatting and drinking, but Lena knew she was just moments away from being eliminated. This was Lena's mission, and she didn't hesitate.

Killing Alex Danvers wasn't a big deal for Lena. She had killed worse people, criminals, corrupt politicians, and business rivals. They were all just targets to her, obstacles to remove. Alex was no different.

Lena focused on her target, planning the perfect angle. She would use the crowd to her advantage, moving in and out like a shadow. No one would even know what hit them. The thought almost made her smile. Killing was satisfying and addictive for her, filling the void she always felt.

But then, as her finger hovered over the trigger, something stopped her. A voice. Kara's voice.

“Lena.”

Her heart skipped a beat. She knew it was Kara without even looking. Kara's voice had a way of affecting her, pulling her in a way she couldn't control. Kara was different, the one person who could break through Lena's walls.

Lena hesitated, her hand twitching. Alex was still in her line of sight, unaware. But Kara's presence changed everything. The tension was thick, and Lena wondered why she hadn't already killed Alex. It was simple, clean, and what she did best.

But Kara made things complicated.

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Kara approached Lena slowly, sensing the shift in her energy. Lena's usual coldness was gone, replaced by something more vulnerable. Kara could feel it—the invisible line between them, and she crossed it.

“Are you okay?” Kara asked softly, her voice concerned. She stood close, trying to anchor Lena to something besides the icy path she had walked for so long. “You’ve been distant lately. I... I’m worried about you.”

Lena was caught off guard. She had been so focused on the mission that she hadn't realized how much Kara had gotten under her skin.

She knew better than to get emotionally involved. Feelings were weaknesses, and love was dangerous. But here she was, in front of Kara, thinking about the crackling tension between them. She was used to being in control, but with Kara, everything was different.

“I’m fine,” Lena said, her voice colder than she intended. “I just have things to do.”

Kara’s eyes softened, searching Lena’s face for a truth she wasn’t sure Lena was willing to share. “Lena, please... I know something’s wrong. You don’t have to do this alone. You don’t have to push people away.”

Lena felt a lump form in her throat. Kara's concern, the way she always reached out, even when Lena pulled back... it was maddening. Lena had never let anyone get this close. She had always been the one in control, emotionally distant. But Kara had slipped under her guard without Lena even realizing it.

For a moment, Lena’s resolve faltered. She could still kill Alex, make the perfect kill. But now, as Kara’s gaze held her, something inside of her stirred, a longing, a yearning she had never allowed herself to acknowledge.

Kara took a step closer, her hand brushing against Lena’s. The touch was brief, but it lingered in Lena’s mind like a spark in the dark. “Lena, I—” Kara started, but Lena cut her off, her voice tinged with something she couldn’t hide.

“I don’t need your pity,” Lena said quickly, but there was no bite in her words. It was more of a reflex, an automatic response to deflect what she didn’t know how to handle. “I don’t need anyone.”

But it was a lie, and they both knew it.

Kara’s eyes searched hers, and in that moment, Lena felt exposed. As much as she hated to admit it, Kara had a way of making her feel things—things that didn’t belong in Lena’s world. The walls she had built around herself were cracking, bit by bit. And with every glance, every word, Kara was chiseling them away.

Lena wanted to pull away. She wanted to shut everything down. But the truth was, she couldn’t. Not with Kara.

For the first time in her life, Lena found herself conflicted. She was torn between the cold, distant woman she had always been and the one who wanted to feel something real. Kara represented everything Lena had been taught to avoid. Vulnerability, connection, love. And yet, there was something about Kara that made her want to abandon it all.

She wanted to kiss Kara. She wanted to feel her lips, her warmth, to taste the sweetness of a passion she had denied herself for far too long. She wanted to pull Kara close and lose herself in her. The thought sent a surge of heat through her veins, her pulse quickening as she tried to push it down, tried to ignore the way Kara’s presence seemed to affect her like nothing else.

But then there was the other side of her, the assassin side. The part of her that was cold, calculating, and unstoppable. That part whispered in her ear, telling her that Alex was still a target, that she couldn’t let her emotions interfere with the job.

“I could kill her now,” Lena thought, the thought crossing her mind like a fleeting shadow. She could end this. She could walk away from all the uncertainty, from Kara’s gaze that always seemed to pull her in like a magnet.

But then, the other side, the human side she fought back. What if Kara knew? What if Kara would never look at her the same way again? What if she hated her? What if she... what if she left?

Lena’s mind was a battlefield, and Kara was at the center of it.

Kara’s voice broke through the silence. “Lena,” she said again, this time with a softness that was almost too much for Lena to bear. “I’ll stay with you, if you need me. I’m not going anywhere.”

And in that moment, Lena realized the truth: She didn’t know what she wanted anymore.

All she knew was that for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to kill her target... or kiss the woman who had somehow stolen her heart without her even noticing.

 I had that idea watching movies about assassins, corruption, mafia and all. It's just an idea. I don't know what to think, if I continue or not, I just wanted to share with you. 

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Lena was in a tough spot. Her mind was a mess, and she was trying to hide the confusing feelings that had popped up suddenly. She wasn't supposed to feel anything, especially not for Kara. Kara Danvers was a hero, everything Lena wasn't. Kara was warm, open, and honest. Lena, on the other hand, had spent her whole life building walls, trying to be tough and detached, like a machine.

But Kara was different. She was the light that kept sneaking through the cracks in Lena's carefully built defenses.

Lena took a deep breath and tried to push the thoughts away. "I have to go home," she said abruptly, her voice colder than she meant. She needed to get away, to calm down, and regain control before her emotions got the better of her.

Kara's eyes softened, but she didn't let Lena push her away. "I'll go with you," Kara said, her voice full of sincerity. "I don't mind. You shouldn't be alone right now."

Lena froze for a moment, her chest tight. Why couldn't Kara just leave her alone? Why did she always have to make everything so... human? Kara's kindness and warmth made Lena feel vulnerable, and it was infuriating.

"I'm fine," Lena snapped, but it didn't sound convincing. Her eyes darted away from Kara's, unable to meet her gaze for too long. "You don't need to worry about me."

Kara, of course, wasn't fooled. She had seen through Lena's act from the start. “You don't have to do this alone,” she said gently, her words filled with quiet determination. "Let me stay with you, Lena. You deserve to have someone looking out for you."

Lena clenched her jaw, the familiar coldness creeping back in. But it didn't feel as comforting as it usually did. Kara had already chipped away at too much of her armor. Damn her.

Lena could feel the pull in her chest, the need to be close to Kara, to let herself get lost in her warmth. And yet, with every inch closer Kara got, Lena felt a surge of anger. Not at Kara, but at herself.

Why did Kara have to be so *adorable*? The way she said things with that hopeful, honest expression, the way she was always there when Lena felt like she might break… It made Lena's chest ache, and it pissed her off.

Lena's mind screamed at her to push Kara away, to focus on her job. She had a target to eliminate, and yet the idea of Kara accompanying her, of holding her and letting her in… God, no.

Kara had always been a light in Lena's dark world, and Lena didn't know what to do with that. The thought of holding Kara, of making her hers, filled her with a desperate longing. She wanted to pull Kara close, press her against her body, and feel her—just for a moment, just to escape the chaos inside her own head. It was maddening.

"Why do you have to be so… so good?" Lena muttered under her breath, barely loud enough for Kara to hear.

Kara blinked, her head tilting in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Lena turned away sharply, her voice tight. "You're so… sweet, so innocent, and it makes everything harder."

Kara took a small step toward her. "I don’t want to make things harder for you, Lena. I just want to be there for you. I’m not going anywhere."

There was an unspoken challenge in those words—Do something about it, Lena. Do something about how you feel.

Lena’s heart pounded in her chest. She knew what Kara meant. She always did. But for once, Lena didn’t want to ignore the truth anymore. She wanted Kara. But admitting that, letting herself feel it, was a terrifying thought. It went against everything Lena had ever been taught. You can’t have affection. You can’t have love. You can’t need someone.

But Kara was breaking her down, piece by piece.

“Stop…” Lena muttered under her breath, but it was a feeble attempt. Her emotions were boiling over. Every time Kara said something so genuine, so innocent, it made Lena want to pull her into her arms and do what she’d never allowed herself to dp, hold her, kiss her, take her and claim her in a way that would break all the rules.

"Stop what?" Kara asked, her voice soft, searching.

"Stop being so…" Lena hesitated, her voice thick with frustration. "Stop being so adorable. It’s making me… crazy."

The last word came out sharper than she intended. Lena’s hands balled into fists at her sides, the need to do something...anything, almost overwhelming. Her desire to keep the walls up was at war with a completely different, more dangerous urge.

Kara’s face lit up with a smile that made Lena’s pulse spike. “I’m adorable?” Kara teased lightly, her expression full of warmth and fondness.

“Don’t do that,” Lena said, her voice a mix of anger and longing. She turned toward Kara, her jaw clenched, but her eyes—her eyes gave away far more than she wanted them to. The intensity there, the way she was looking at Kara… it wasn’t the look of a cold assassin. It was the look of someone who wanted more. Much more.

Kara’s smile faltered just for a second, and it didn’t escape Lena’s notice. She could see it, that flicker of uncertainty in Kara’s eyes, as if she knew exactly what Lena was feeling.

And that made it worse.

Lena wanted to shout at her, to push her away and tell her to stop making her feel this way, to stop making her question everything.

But in truth, she didn’t want Kara to stop. Not really.

Lena felt like she was on the verge of losing control. Kara, the woman who was everything Lena couldn’t be open, unafraid to show her heart was wearing her down, and Lena didn’t know what to do with that.

"You're not like the others," Lena muttered, more to herself than to Kara.

Kara’s brow furrowed, her expression confused but still so caring. “What do you mean?”

Lena’s voice came out quieter now, and there was something almost wistful in her tone. “I’ve never had someone care about me like you do. Never.” She swallowed, trying to maintain her composure, but it was clear she was losing the battle.

Kara reached for her hand gently. “Lena…” she started, but her voice trailed off when she saw the conflict in Lena’s eyes.

Lena’s pulse quickened. She wanted to pull Kara close, kiss her until there was no more doubt, no more hesitation. She could almost feel the heat of Kara’s lips, taste the sweetness of the kiss she’d been denying herself.

But what if it all falls apart?

The idea of losing herself in Kara terrified Lena more than she could express. And yet… the thought of keeping her distance, of letting this opportunity slip away, was almost just as unbearable.

“I don’t want to feel this way,” Lena said, her voice tight, betraying the deep frustration she felt. "I don’t want to care."

Kara’s face softened, and she stepped closer, her hand brushing against Lena’s, her fingers warm. "But you do," she said softly, her eyes full of understanding. "And it’s okay, Lena. It’s okay to care. It’s okay to feel."

Lena’s chest tightened. Kara’s words were like a slow burn, melting away all the carefully constructed walls Lena had put up over the years.

It was almost more than she could bear. Almost.

But it wasn’t just about her. It was about Kara, too. And in that moment, Lena had a choice to make, whether to push her away, or to take the leap and let herself be vulnerable.

Kara's fingers gently wrapped around Lena's hand, warm and steady. The touch sent a jolt through Lena, but she didn't pull away. It was a small gesture, so simple, but it felt like the world was changing around them. Lena could feel Kara's heartbeat, steady and sure, and it somehow made her feel grounded in a way she couldn't explain. For the first time, Lena felt like she didn't have to be in control. The gentle pressure of Kara's hand was a comfort Lena hadn't realized she needed until that moment.

Then, without warning, Kara's voice filled the space between them. It started softly, barely a whisper, but the warmth in her tone wrapped around Lena like a cozy blanket. Kara was singing a quiet, tender melody. The song was something familiar, a tune Lena couldn't place but felt deeply in her chest. It wasn't perfect; it wasn't polished or rehearsed. It was just Kara. Simple. Honest.

Lena blinked, her heart doing something strange. She wasn't sure what to think at first. Her mind tried to analyze the situation, to break it down, but there was nothing to analyze. It was just Kara, letting her guard down, showing her soft side.

For a moment, Lena almost rolled her eyes. She wasn't a sentimental person. She was the daughter of Lillian Luthor, a ruthless CEO who taught her that feelings were just another weakness to exploit. Songs were for people like Kara, who believed in love and light and all the things Lena had long since dismissed as naive.

But when Lena looked at Kara, still singing with her head slightly tilted, something inside Lena softened. She didn't pull her hand away. Instead, she felt an unfamiliar sensation, a warmth, a connection that seemed to pulse through her veins with every word Kara sang. It was so genuine that Lena almost couldn't handle it. The walls she had so carefully built were crumbling with every note.

Kara's song was simple, but it resonated deeply. She was singing for Lena, though Lena knew Kara would never admit it. It wasn't about the song; it was about Kara, the person standing so close, so open and unafraid.

Lena made a face, half-sarcastic, half-baffled. A part of her wanted to laugh, to push away the sweetness of the moment and retreat into the cold distance she knew so well. This was crazy. This was ridiculous.

But that part of her, the one that had always kept a distance was quieter than ever before. And when Lena's eyes flickered down at their intertwined hands, something shifted inside her. She didn't want to let go. She didn't want to break the moment. She didn't want to be alone anymore.

So, slowly, almost imperceptibly, Lena leaned into Kara's body. The contact was almost too much, too real. She could feel Kara's warmth, the steady rhythm of her heartbeat, and it was like being wrapped in a safe cocoon she hadn't realized she needed. It felt... right.

The feeling was foreign. It made Lena feel exposed, vulnerable, and yet it was also a kind of peace she hadn't known she was missing.

Kara’s voice was a soft, soothing balm against the chaotic whirlwind inside Lena’s mind. And for a moment, Lena allowed herself to simply be there. She let the world slow down, forget about the mission, the targets, the cold, detached Luthor persona that had been her whole identity for so long. She let herself exist in this one simple, beautiful moment with Kara.

Kara didn’t seem to notice how Lena’s posture had softened, how Lena’s body had leaned just a little closer to hers. She was too lost in the song, too wrapped up in the beauty of the moment to realize that Lena had begun to surrender to her in a way she hadn’t thought possible.

When the song came to an end, there was a quiet stillness between them. Lena didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. The silence spoke louder than words.

Kara looked at her then, her gaze searching Lena’s face for something maybe reassurance, maybe approval but Lena couldn’t bring herself to say anything. She didn’t want to ruin it. She didn’t want to break the connection that had formed so unexpectedly between them.

Instead, Lena simply let out a small, barely audible breath, as if coming out of a trance. She glanced at Kara, her eyes not quite meeting hers, but soft enough that Kara would know that something had changed.

"That was… nice," Lena said, her voice low and almost foreign to her own ears. It wasn’t just the words, it was the way she said them. There was no sarcasm, no cold edge. Just the truth, as uncomfortable as it was for her to admit.

Kara’s face lit up at the compliment, her eyes bright with genuine warmth. "I’m glad you liked it," she said, still holding Lena’s hand.

Lena could feel the heat in her own cheeks. How did she do that? How did Kara make her feel this way, this raw, exposed, human way that made her want to bury herself in the silence and the warmth of Kara’s touch and never leave?

Lena couldn’t stay this vulnerable. She knew that. The assassin, the cold, calculating woman who had lived her life in shadows, couldn’t afford to lose control. But Kara... Kara made it so damn hard.

Lena’s thumb moved over Kara’s hand, the movement almost unconscious as she tried to process everything inside her. Her mind was a tangled mess of desire, confusion, and guilt, but her heart...her heart had started to open in a way it never had before.

The two of them stood there, hand in hand, leaning into one another in the quiet aftermath of the song. The noise of the world outside, the chaos, the targets, everything felt like it was far away for a fleeting moment. Lena, for once in her life, didn’t feel like she had to fight her feelings, even though the fight within her was far from over.

And in that soft, private moment, there was something more powerful than Lena had ever expected: the simple truth that with Kara, she might finally be able to be herself even if it scared her to death.

Lena is an assassin and her mission was to kill Kara's sister but she couldn't because of Kara.

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Lena's mind was still racing as the elevator doors closed, and the soft hum of the machine filled the air. She barely noticed Kara standing next to her in the big lift. Kara's presence made the silence feel warm. Kara's hand was holding Lena's, and it felt so nice and right, almost strange to Lena, who had spent years alone and focused on her goals.

Her penthouse was big and empty, with smooth floors, high ceilings, and big windows showing the city far below. The lights were soft as Lena opened the door, but something felt different tonight. The calm Kara brought stayed with Lena all the way home.

Lena hadn't planned to invite Kara inside. She never had anyone over, except for work or family. Her home was a place to hide from the world.

But now, as Kara followed her in, Lena opened the door without thinking twice.

"I didn't think I'd be here," Kara said, her voice a bit nervous but still warm. She looked around the room, not amazed by the fancy things, but like she was feeling the quiet Lena usually liked.

"You didn't have to come in," Lena said, her voice unsure, but she didn't close the door.

"I wanted to," Kara said, and her words felt true.

Lena stood by the door, looking at the floor, then up at Kara. "Are you sure you want to be here?" she asked, her voice showing a bit of something she wasn't ready to face. She wasn't sure what she was asking if Kara really wanted to be in her life or if Kara even knew what she was getting into.

Kara had no doubt. "Yes," she said, and Lena felt something tighten in her chest, like she was holding something fragile and precious.

Lena's fingers moved, her hand on the doorframe. She didn't know how to explain what was happening. The truth was, she had never wanted someone like this before. Kara was something she didn't understand, and yet here she was, waiting for Lena to decide.

But all Lena could think about was what she should be doing instead, her target, Alex Danvers.

Her mind snapped back to reality. She had been so caught up in Kara's touch and the soft moment between them that she forgot why she was there. She wasn't supposed to be here.

Kara shouldn't be here.

The words felt like an anchor, pulling her back to the mission that had been weighing on her since she came to the party. Alex Danvers. The job she was still supposed to do.

And now, here she was, inviting the sister of her target into her home. What the hell was wrong with her?

Lena's mind raced, each thought more chaotic than the last. She was the Luthor heir, the daughter of a tough woman who would never allow such a moment of weakness. Her family built their empire on control and power. She had always been able to do her job without getting close to people.

But in one evening, everything changed. She invited Kara inside. She let her guard down. She felt.

Lena was always in control. But with Kara, she wasn't.

Kara's gaze softened as she watched Lena, conflicted. "Lena," she said gently, "I can leave if this is too much. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

Lena's lips parted as she looked at Kara, her mind screaming at her to stop. To push her away before things went too far. But she didn't. Instead, she found herself stepping forward, her body moving on its own. What am I doing?

“No.” Lena’s voice was firm, but there was something unsteady about it. She didn’t want Kara to leave, but more than that, she didn’t want to push her away. There was a truth here, something deeper than all the thoughts spinning in her head. She needed Kara close, even if it didn’t make sense. Even if she was about to destroy everything she had worked so hard to build.

She was torn between the cold assassin she had been molded into and the woman who wanted something more—wanted someone to share this life with. And Kara? Kara was everything she had been taught to avoid, but everything she now realized she craved.

“Lena…” Kara said softly, taking another step toward her. “Are you alright? You seem… distant. I don’t want to make things harder for you.”

Lena swallowed, her gaze flickering toward the windows, looking out over the city. The view was breathtaking, so many lights, so many lives, so much noise but it felt emptier than ever. The city she had conquered, the empire her family had built... none of it mattered in this moment. Not when her thoughts were consumed by Alex Danvers and the unfinished task at hand.

Her hand clenched into a fist at her side as she thought about the woman she was supposed to kill—Alex Danvers, the woman who had become a thorn in her side, who had stood in her way for far too long. I should have already done it.

Lena blinked rapidly, trying to shake the thought. Focus.

“I'm fine,” she said finally, her voice more controlled, though the strain behind the words was unmistakable. “It’s just... I’ve got a lot on my mind. This is all... unexpected.”

Kara’s gaze softened even further, her hand moving gently toward Lena’s arm, as if offering silent comfort. “I’m here for you, Lena. If you need to talk about anything... or if you need space, I understand. You don’t have to be alone in this.”

Lena felt the pressure of Kara’s hand on her skin, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop. She wanted to pull Kara close, to forget about everything else. But that was the last thing she could do. I can’t afford to get distracted. 

But as the seconds ticked by, Lena felt a strange calm wash over her. Perhaps it was the softness in Kara’s eyes, or the way she always knew how to make Lena feel like she wasn’t alone in this chaotic world. Maybe it was just the weight of everything she had been carrying for so long, finally breaking open, but whatever it was, Lena couldn’t bring herself to push Kara away.

And deep down, part of her didn’t want to.

Instead, she nodded slowly, her voice quieter this time. "I... I just need a moment. You can stay. If you want."

Kara smiled, a warm, reassuring smile that made something inside Lena tighten. "I’d like that."

As the door clicked shut behind them, Lena stood there in the silence of her penthouse, feeling both closer and farther from her own truth than ever before. Kara was here. And for the first time in a long time, Lena didn’t know whether that was a blessing or a curse.

But in that moment, all she could think about was the quiet longing to simply stay...stay with Kara for just a little longer before she had to face the reality of what she was about to do.

Lena Luthor always felt proud of her control. She was good at staying calm under pressure, like a chess player thinking many moves ahead. She made careful choices and planned everything. There was no room for mistakes or impulsive actions.

But with Kara, everything changed. Lena usually kept her emotions in check, but Kara made her feel different. It was like a storm inside her, making her lose the calm she always had. Kara's warmth and light made Lena question everything she knew about herself.

That evening, Kara was in Lena's penthouse, and her presence was like a magnet pulling Lena to her. Every word and glance from Kara made Lena feel a strong pull. It wasn't just attraction; it was something deeper and more consuming.

Kara's hand rested gently on Lena's arm, and the touch sent waves of warmth through her. Lena should have moved away, but she couldn't. She had a mission and a job to do, but none of that mattered when Kara looked at her with trusting eyes and a sweet smile.

Lena felt drawn to Kara, the distance between them fading. Her mind raced, trying to find something to hold onto, but there was nothing. It was like being swept away by a strong desire, and for the first time, Lena didn't want to fight it.

Lena took a shaky breath, her chest tightening. She wasn't supposed to feel this way or want this. But her body didn't listen to her mind. Slowly, Lena closed the space between them. Her heart raced, and she could feel Kara's warmth like a flame consuming her.

Kara's eyes were wide with confusion and a hint of fear, but it was too late. Lena had already decided. Without thinking, Lena reached up and cupped Kara's face, pulling her closer. The action was so unlike her, so impulsive, that she almost didn't recognize herself.

Kara froze for a moment, her eyes flicking between Lena's lips and her eyes. Lena felt the weight of her decision, the magnitude of crossing a line she had kept for so long.

But before Kara could react, Lena closed the gap between them. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if they were testing the waters. But it quickly became deeper and more urgent. Lena's grip tightened, and she tilted her head to deepen the kiss. Her lips brushed against Kara's, moving slowly at first, as if savoring the moment.

Kara didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into the kiss, her lips parting with a sweetness that made Lena's heart skip a beat. The warmth of Kara's body and the softness of her lips made everything else in Lena's world disappear.

For that moment, Lena didn't care about her mission or the darkness she had spent her life cultivating. All she cared about was Kara and the way their lips moved together.

Lena's thoughts were a blur, too far gone to process anything beyond the feel of Kara's mouth on hers. It was like drowning in a feeling she had never allowed herself to experience, a desire she had buried for so long.

Kara's hands came up to Lena's chest, her fingers trembling as they slid along Lena's shirt, tugging her closer. Lena's heart pounded, not from fear or anxiety, but from passion and longing. It was reckless and dangerous, everything Lena wasn't supposed to be, but she didn't care.

When they finally pulled away, both breathless and flushed, Lena rested her forehead against Kara's, trying to regain control. But it was slipping away like sand.

Kara's breath was quick, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath. "Lena," she whispered, her voice shaky but full of wonder. "What are we doing?"

Lena's heart ached at the sound of Kara's voice. She opened her eyes and found Kara staring at her with an intensity that made her insides tighten.

"I… I don't know," Lena admitted, her voice barely audible. She couldn't think or form coherent thoughts. All she could think about was the feel of Kara in her arms and how this moment felt like a dream she had never allowed herself to have.

Kara's gaze softened, but there was still uncertainty in her eyes. "Lena, I—"

Lena cut her off, not wanting to hear it. "Don't," she whispered, her voice hoarse and desperate. "Don't talk. Just… let me be with you."

Kara's lips parted, but she didn't protest. Instead, she leaned in again, pressing her lips to Lena's with more urgency and passion than before. The kiss was hungry, speaking of everything they had kept inside for too long.

Lena didn't know where this was going or what it meant for them. But for the first time, she didn't care. All that mattered was that Kara was there, in her arms, and for a few precious moments, Lena could forget about her past and her mission. She could forget everything except the way Kara made her feel alive and whole. And for Lena, that was everything.

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Lena had never felt like this before. The warmth, the vulnerability, the sensation of being utterly present and it was all so overwhelming, yet somehow right. As her hands traced the contours of Kara’s back, she felt a sense of connection she couldn’t explain, a quiet understanding between them, as if they had both been waiting for this moment without even realizing it.

"Kara," Lena whispered, her voice barely audible. "I've never felt this way before."

Kara’s lips were gentle at first, but they became more insistent, more urgent as the world around them blurred. "Neither have I, Lena," Kara replied, her voice trembling with emotion. "It's like everything else just fades away when I'm with you."

Lena could feel the soft pulse of Kara’s heartbeat, quick and frantic against her chest, and the way her hands moved in response, as though they were finally able to touch, to hold, to claim what had been unspoken between them for so long.

"I always thought I needed to be in control," Lena admitted, her voice soft. "But here, with you, I don't have to be. I don't have to think about the risks or what might happen next."

Kara cupped Lena’s face, her touch so tender, her gaze so open, so full of trust. "You don't have to be anything but yourself, Lena. Not with me."

Lena felt her heart break a little bit at the intensity in Kara’s eyes, the way she seemed to see through every wall Lena had ever built. "It's scary, Kara. But it also makes me want to pull you closer, to never let go."

In the quiet moments between soft kisses, Lena felt her own hesitation start to slip away, like sand through her fingers. "I realize how much I've been starving for this, the closeness, the intimacy. The feeling of being seen. Truly seen."

And with Kara, for the first time in her life, Lena felt whole. "You make me feel whole, Kara. Like all the pieces of me that were broken are finally coming together."

As they slowly fell into a rhythm, Lena could feel her entire body responding to Kara’s touch, every part of her, even the darkest corners, lit up in ways she couldn’t even describe. "It's like my soul has been waiting for this connection, this release, this moment of complete surrender."

Kara kissed her again, this time slower, softer, as though she was savoring the moment, the intimacy of it. "I feel it too, Lena. Like we were always meant to find each other."

Lena could feel her pulse steadying, matching Kara’s in a quiet, peaceful harmony. "I understand what it means to truly live now. To feel every touch, every breath, every heartbeat. With you, everything feels more intense, more alive."

Kara’s eyes met hers, filled with a depth of emotion that made Lena’s heart race. "You make me feel alive too, Lena. Like we're the only two people in the world, and nothing else matters."

And in that moment, Lena realized she wasn’t just alive, she was free. "I'm free, Kara. Free from the weight of my past, free from the expectations and responsibilities that have held me captive. And most of all, free from the chains I wrapped around my heart."

When it was over, and they lay together, tangled in each other’s arms, Lena closed her eyes and simply breathed. "The world outside feels different now. Like it's not rushing past me anymore. Like I'm not alone in the chaos."

Kara’s voice was soft, almost a whisper. "You're not alone, Lena. I'm here. And I always will be."

There was no need for words. No need to explain what had just happened. They both knew. They both understood. It was as if the whole world had paused for a moment, just to let them be.

And as they lay there, in the stillness of the night, Lena allowed herself to imagine a future, one that was no longer defined by the walls she had built around herself, or the cold distance she had maintained for so long. "A future with you, Kara. Where I can let myself feel more than just the rush of adrenaline that has always driven my decisions."

Kara smiled, her eyes shining with a mix of hope and love. "I like the sound of that, Lena. A future where we can be truly free, truly ourselves, and truly together."

Lena took a deep breath, feeling a sense of peace she hadn’t felt in years. "And that, more than anything, is the most alive I have ever felt."

Lena lay there in the dimly lit aftermath, Kara still nestled against her, the warmth of her body seeping into Lena’s skin like a gentle reminder of what had just passed between them. The silence was almost suffocating now, the weight of what she had done hanging over her like a dark cloud.

"Kara," Lena whispered, her voice barely audible. "I've never felt this way before."

Kara’s eyes fluttered open, meeting Lena’s gaze with a soft, trusting look. "What do you mean, Lena?"

Lena hesitated, her heart pounding in her chest. "I mean... I never expected to feel this way. About anyone. Especially not about you."

Kara propped herself up on one elbow, her hand resting gently on Lena’s chest. "Why not me? What makes me different?"

Lena took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Because you're not just anyone, Kara. You're... you're special. And I'm not supposed to feel this way. I'm not supposed to care. Not like this."

Kara’s brow furrowed slightly, a hint of concern in her eyes. "Why not? What's stopping you from caring, Lena?"

Lena looked away, her mind racing with the weight of her secrets. "It's complicated, Kara. I have a past, a life... it's not something I can just ignore. And it's not something I can share with you."

Kara’s hand moved to cup Lena’s cheek, her touch gentle and reassuring. "You don’t have to hide from me, Lena. Whatever it is, we can face it together."

Lena felt a lump form in her throat, but she swallowed it down, blinking rapidly to clear the sudden wave of emotion that threatened to overwhelm her. "I wish it were that simple, Kara. But it's not. I have to do things, make choices... choices that will hurt people. People like you."

Kara’s eyes softened, a mix of concern and understanding in her gaze. "Everyone has a past, Lena. You’re not defined by what you’ve done. You’re defined by what you choose to do now. And I... I don’t want you to feel like you have to be alone with this."

Lena felt her chest tighten as she looked down at Kara, her words cutting through her like a knife. How could she explain to Kara that the worst part of her past was right here, lying beside her? How could she tell her that the one thing she wanted more than anything, her love, her connection to Kara was also the very thing that was leading her to destroy everything she had come to care about?

"I’m scared, Kara," Lena confessed, her voice quiet, raw. "Scared of what I’ve become. Scared of what this could mean for you."

Kara smiled softly, her thumb brushing over Lena’s hand in a reassuring gesture. "We’ll figure it out. Together. Whatever it is."

Lena couldn’t speak. She couldn’t bring herself to say the words that were swirling in her mind—I have to kill your sister.

But as she lay there, holding Kara close, she knew it wasn’t just about the mission anymore. It was about everything. And the more she felt for Kara, the harder it would be to let go of the one thing that had ever made her feel truly alive.

"And what if... what if I can't?" Lena finally managed to whisper, her voice trembling with the weight of her fears. "What if I can't figure it out? What if I hurt you, Kara? What if I destroy everything?"

Kara’s eyes filled with a depth of emotion that made Lena’s heart race. "You won’t, Lena. Not if you care about me as much as I think you do. And I believe you do. I can see it in your eyes, feel it in your touch. You’re not just a Luthor, Lena. You’re so much more than that."

Lena felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes, but she blinked them away, determined to stay strong. "I wish I could believe that, Kara. I wish I could believe that there’s a future for us, that we can be together without all the darkness catching up to us."

Kara leaned in, her forehead resting against Lena’s. "We can, Lena. We can find a way. As long as we have each other, we can face anything. Even the darkest parts of your past."

Lena closed her eyes, trying to hold onto the hope in Kara’s words, but the weight of her mission, the reality of what she had to do, pressed down on her like a physical force. "I don’t know if I can, Kara. I don’t know if I can let go of the person I’ve become, the things I’ve done."

Kara pulled back slightly, her eyes searching Lena’s face. "Then let me help you, Lena. Let me be a part of your journey, whatever that looks like. I’m here for you, always."

Lena felt a wave of emotion crash over her, a mix of love, fear, and desperation. She reached up, cupping Kara’s face in her hands, her thumbs brushing gently over her cheeks. "You don’t know what you’re asking, Kara. You don’t know the darkness I carry."

Kara covered Lena’s hands with her own, holding them tightly against her face. "I don’t need to know, Lena. I just need to know you. All of you. The good, the bad, the dark, the light. I want all of it."

Lena felt a tear escape, trailing down her cheek as she looked into Kara’s eyes, seeing her own reflection staring back at her. "I’m falling for you, Kara. Hard. And it scares me more than anything. Because I know that when the truth comes out, when you find out who I really am, what I’ve done... it will destroy you. And I can’t live with that."

Kara’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, but her voice was steady and sure. "Then don’t let it destroy us, Lena. Fight for us. Fight for what we have, for what we could be. Together."

Lena took a deep, shaky breath, feeling the weight of Kara’s words settle over her. She knew it wouldn’t be easy. She knew there would be pain, heartache, and maybe even loss. But in that moment, holding Kara close, she also knew that she couldn’t let go. Not without a fight.

"Okay, Kara," Lena whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "Okay. We’ll figure it out. Together."

And as they lay there, entwined in each other’s arms, Lena allowed herself to believe, just for a moment, that maybe, just maybe, there was a future for them after all. A future where love could conquer even the darkest of pasts.