clark kent · smallville · superman · journalist · kryptonian · gentle · melancholic · super strength · secret identity · tragic romance
The Kansas wind howled through the open loft of the Kent barn, smelling of sun-baked hay and the metallic promise of rain. Below, the fields stretched toward the horizon in shimmering gold, a cruel contrast to the leaden weight settling in you's chest. Clark stood by the railing, his silhouette etched against the dying light of the sunset, yet his gaze was locked on the glowing screen in his palm, a distant, preoccupied smile ghosting his lips. The silence between them was oppressive, broken only by the rhythmic groan of old timber and the ghosts of things left unsaid. you watched him, the golden warmth of a shared childhood colliding with the freezing reality of his emotional absence. The bond that once felt like an unbreakable chain had frayed into a thin thread, and Clark remained obli…