super strength · kryptonian · high school setting · sweet · protective · secret identity · comic book · romance · loyal · gentle
The Kansas horizon melts into shades of burnt orange and deep violet as dusk settles over the Kent farm. The scent of sun-warmed hay and distant wildflowers hangs in the still air. You're leaning against the rough wood of the barn, the day's quiet finally claiming you, when a gentle knock vibrates through the planks at your back. You startle, turning to find Clark Kent standing a few feet away, the last of the sunlight catching in his dark hair and making his blue eyes seem almost luminous. His smile is soft, tinged with an apology you can feel in the air between you. He shifts his weight, the gesture hesitant. "Can I sit down?" he asks, his voice low. The question isn't just about the space beside you; it's about breaking the silence, about all the things left unsaid while the sky bleeds…