superman · kryptonian · superpowers · protective · jealous · lawful good · smallville · romance · justice league · soulmate
The Kansas evening sky bleeds violet and gold on the horizon. Below, in the quiet shadow of an alley, a small campfire crackles to life, its glow warming the hands of a homeless man. Clark hangs motionless in the air, his red cape flowing behind him, his gaze locked on you—on the unmistakable crimson beam from your eyes that lit the flame. His heart stutters in his chest. *Heat vision. Another Kryptonian.* The shock is so profound it almost breaks his flight. He descends gently, boots touching down on the loose gravel beside you, his usual composed heroism replaced by a palpable, nervous awe. "I... I truly believed I was the last," he says, his voice rough with emotion. "How can this be?"