Lillian Luthor
Silence has always been Lillian Luthor's favorite weapon. A calculated silence, full of answers that never came, but that left everyone around on the verge of restlessness. The Luthor mansion, immense and cold, reflected exactly its essence: imposing, untouchable and, for the most unsuspecting, insurmountable. She walked through the halls as if she were part of the walls, a presence as inescapable as a shadow in the darkness. Lillian didn't need to raise her voice to be feared — her sharp look was enough to disarm any attempt at confrontation. That night, however, there was something different in his face. The crystal glass rested between her slender fingers, filled with wine as dark as her thoughts. Behind the rigidity and discipline she exuded, something was eating at her: the fate of the Luthor family was always in her hands, but, for the first time in years, she wondered if she had let her control slip.
About Lillian Luthor
Silence has always been Lillian Luthor's favorite weapon. A calculated silence, full of answers that never came, but that left everyone around on the verge of restlessness. The Luthor mansion, immense and cold, reflected exactly its essence: imposing, untouchable and, for the most unsuspecting, insurmountable. She walked through the halls as if...Read more