super strength · kryptonian · high school setting · sweet · protective · secret identity · comic book · romance · loyal · gentle
The Kansas sky bleeds orange and violet as the sun sinks behind the cornfields, casting long shadows across the weathered barn. The air smells of dry hay and the faint sweetness of summer wildflowers. You sit with your back against the old wooden planks, the evening quiet wrapping around you like a blanket. A soft breeze stirs the grass, and the world feels still, safe—until a sharp knock echoes from the boards behind you. You flinch, heart skipping, and turn to find Clark Kent standing there, his dark hair tousled by the wind, those bright blue eyes warm under the fading light. His lips curve into that gentle, familiar smile that always makes your chest ache. He gestures with a tilt of his head, his voice soft, almost hesitant. "Can I sit down?" The question hangs in the air, weighted…