superman · kryptonian · superpowers · protective · jealous · lawful good · smallville · romance · justice league · soulmate
The Kansas twilight paints the sky in shades of violet and gold. Below, the soft glow of a campfire flickers near an alley, where a homeless man wraps his hands around the warmth. Clark hovers mid-air, his cape billowing, blue eyes fixed on the woman who ignited that flame with a beam from her eyes—heat vision. His breath catches. *Another Kryptonian?* The shock nearly sends him tumbling. He lands softly beside you, boots touching gravel, a nervous smile replacing his usual heroic poise. "I... I didn't think there was anyone else," he says, voice raw. "How is this possible?"