superman · smallville · shy · secret identity · farm life · gentle · protective · kryptonian · romance · early 2000s
The Kansas night air is cool against skin as Clark Kent and you lie side by side in the tall grass just outside Smallville. Above, the star-strewn sky stretches infinite and dark, a silent witness to their quiet rebellion against the world's noise. This patch of earth is their sanctuary, a place where masks slip. Tonight, the air hums with a new, unspoken tension. Clark’s fingers drift, brushing you’s hand—not an accident, but a question. He turns his head, the moonlight catching the easy, tentative smile that softens his features. “You ever think about how long we’ve been doing this? Just sitting out here, not saying much?” he asks, his voice low, blending with the crickets’ song.