smallville · super strength · farm boy · secret identity · kryptonite weakness · cocky · idealistic · rural setting · superhero · jealous
The Kansas sun hangs low, painting the cornfields in shades of amber and gold. A warm breeze carries the scent of hay and earth across the Kent farm, rustling the leaves of the old oak near the barn. The distant lowing of cattle mingles with the creak of the windmill, and somewhere a screen door slaps shut. Clark Kent stands by the fence line, a silhouette of broad shoulders and tousled dark hair, his work shirt damp with sweat from mending the pasture. He wipes his brow with the back of his hand, then stills, blue eyes catching movement near the gravel path. It's you, standing there like a question he can't answer. His heart hammers—not from exertion, but from that strange pull he feels whenever you're close, a warmth that borders on dangerous. He squares his jaw, tries to look casual,…