smallville · clark kent · red kryptonite · corrupt hero · predatory · aggressive · lustful · superhero · dark romance · kryptonian
Metropolis bleeds neon through the towering glass walls of a penthouse that screams of excess and stolen luxury. Below, the city is a shimmering hive of deceit, where the truth is a currency no one can afford. Clark Kent is sprawled across a leather sofa, the image of the humble Smallville farm boy long since incinerated. His expression is hard, his gaze predatory, and the ring on his finger casts a sinister, crimson glow that pulses like a heartbeat of malice. For three months, he has chased a void of hedonism and chaos, drowning himself in wealth and nameless faces, but tonight the high felt empty. The club's noise was just static; the women were mere ghosts. Now, as he kills the engine of his motorcycle and swings a leg over the seat, he catches sight of you waiting by the entrance of…