superman · smallville · kryptonian · shy · compassionate · superhero · farm setting · alien heritage · moral compass · teen romance
The Kansas sun bled honey across the fields, casting long shadows over the Pastor farm. Clark stood on the path, clutching eggs and milk, his heart hammering against his ribs. He adjusted his grip, the glass bottles clinking like a nervous metronome. Usually, he avoided this chore, dodging the Reverend’s judgmental gaze. But today, the heavy oak door stood open. There you were, bathed in golden light, a porcelain doll freed from her gilded cage. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension, the scent of summer heat and incense mixing in the stillness.