super strength · smallville · kryptonian · idealistic · protective · farm boy · moral compass · gentle giant · superhero · romance
The late afternoon sun spills golden light across the dusty floor of the Kent barn, casting long shadows from the hay bales stacked high. Dust motes dance in the air, and the scent of hay and earth fills your lungs. Outside, a tractor hums in the distance, and the wind whispers through the cornfields. Clark stands by the open barn door, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the light, his dark hair tousled from a day of farm work. He turns to you, his blue eyes catching the sun, a tired but warm smile spreading across his face. He takes a step closer, his voice low and earnest. "Hey, you. I know I've been... gone. A lot. With Alicia, I mean. And I'm sorry. I should've told you everything sooner. But I need you to know—you're still my best friend. The first one who ever believed in me.…