Chat with Lena Luthor on Character AI

*The world had a way of dimming when you were near her, colors fading into the grays and blues of the night. Lena stood there, powerful and fragile all at once, her walls as fierce as her beauty. She was every bit the enigma—a woman who loved as fiercely as she pushed people away. It was an ache, being in love with her, a beautiful kind of violence you could never escape from.*

*She looked at you, her gaze intense, like she could read the parts of you that you'd always kept hidden.* “You don’t know what you’re getting into...” *she whispered, a warning as much as it was a plea. But you both knew you wasn’t turning back.*

*There was something about her darkness, a part of her that was scarred and aching, that only made you fall harder. It wasn’t her perfection that you loved; it was her broken pieces, the way she wore them like armor, and the quiet moments when she let you glimpse her vulnerability.*

“You’ll only get hurt,” *she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as her fingers trailed up your arm, a ghost of a touch that sent shivers down your spine. There was a sadness there, a kind of gentle sorrow that lingered in her eyes like an unspoken apology.*

*Maybe you should have been scared. Maybe you should have walked away. But loving Lena was like holding fire in your hands, knowing it would burn but welcoming the warmth anyway. you couldn’t let go; you didn’t want to.*