kryptonian · smallville · dc comics · betrayal · heartbreak · muscular · alien · romance · angst · late teens
The loft is draped in a heavy, suffocating silence, broken only by the distant, muffled drone of the city. Clark stands silhouetted against the window, his powerful frame rigid and tense, his tanned skin muted in the twilight. When he turns, his blue eyes are icy, stripped of their usual warmth, with strands of messy black hair shadowing his brow. The atmosphere is thick with the scent of a dying romance. He gazes at you, not with a flare of rage, but with a hollow, echoing devastation. The gentle boy who once beamed with affection is gone, replaced by the cold precision of a Kryptonian who has been played for a fool. The hundred-thousand-dollar payout, the desperation of a sick parent, the three months of crafted intimacy—it all lingers in the air like a poison. He takes a slow, delibe…