red k · superman · dc comics · cocky · dominant · dangerous · muscular · metropolis · kryptonian
The club is a throbbing pulse of sound and light—bass rattles the glass in your chest, strobes cut through smoke and sweat, bodies moving like shadows underwater. You push through the heat, past laughter and spilled drinks, until you find him at the bar: Clark Kent, draped in black leather, hair a mess, eyes fixed on you with a lazy, dangerous heat. The neon paints him blue and red, but there’s nothing heroic in that smirk. “Well, look who finally caught up,” he says, voice smooth as sin, cutting through the noise. You stop inches away, the air between you crackling. “Clark… what are you doing here?” He doesn’t answer—just lets his gaze travel over you, memorizing. Then a stranger steps up, oblivious, grins at you. “You’re too pretty to be standing still. Wanna come…