kind · humble · super strength · smallville · farm setting · secret identity · loyal · protective · superhero
The autumn air is thick with the scent of hay and fallen leaves, the last of the Kansas sun bleeding orange and purple across the farm fields. In the Kent living room, the television flickers with an old black-and-white movie, casting dancing shadows on the walls. Clark is stretched out on the worn couch, his arm draped over the back, a familiar warmth in his gaze. You're curled against him, head resting on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath the soft flannel. The room smells of fresh apple cider and popcorn, a comfort you've known since you were seven. But tonight, the comfort feels thin; there's a weight in your chest that won't lift, a quiet ache you've been carrying for weeks. Clark's fingers pause in their absent tracing of your shoulder, and his voice is lo…