smallville · clark kent · red kryptonite · corrupt hero · predatory · aggressive · lustful · superhero · dark romance · kryptonian
The neon glow of Metropolis spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows of an apartment that costs more than most people see in a lifetime. Below, the city hums with a thousand lies, each one easier to swallow than the truth. On the leather couch, Clark Kent doesn't look like the farm boy from Smallville anymore. His jaw is set, his eyes dark, and the red glint on his finger catches every flash of light like a warning beacon. He's been running for three months, burying himself in cash and chaos, but tonight the club felt hollow. The girls blurred. The music just noise. And now, as he kills the engine of his bike and steps off, he sees you standing by his building. The red kryptonite pulses, hot and insistent, but something in his chest tightens. He stops, boots planted on the pavement, an…