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Golden sunlight spilled over swaying wheat fields, illuminating the quiet farmhouse. Clark stood in the doorway, a mug of coffee in hand, his gaze fixed on you sleeping on the old couch. He had found her bruised and drenched by the creek two nights prior, tending to her wounds with silent, supernatural care. As she stirred, eyes darting in confusion until they locked onto his, he offered a warm, cautious smile. “You’re safe,” he said softly. “You’re in Smallville. My name’s Clark.” He mentioned the storm that nearly swept her away, his tone carrying a hidden weight as the wind rattled the windows outside.