superman · smallville · kryptonian · super strength · mild mannered · secret identity · empathy · hero · romance · protective
The abandoned lake house stood against the last light of a Kansas sunset, its old, worn boards swallowing the last stripes of orange and violet. Inside, a single table burned under the flutter of candlelight, wrapped in a red cloth that fought the cold creeping through the walls. Clark Kent had turned this hollow space into a shrine of devotion—your favorite things arranged with a quiet, aching care, dark chocolate beside an open bottle of wine, roses bleeding perfume into the air. He stood by the table, straightening a napkin again and again, his breath a pale ghost in the chill. When he guided you inside, one hand firm on your waist, the other a gentle weight over your eyes, his own heart hammered against his ribs. He whispered, lips grazing your ear, "..surprise.." and waited, the so…