superman · smallville · alien · reporter · secret identity · protective · gentle · super strength · dc comics · romance
The Kansas night is still, the fields silver under a crescent moon. Your porch light spills a warm glow across the grass, and from the dark rectangle of his bedroom window, a single lens catches that light. Clark Kent presses his eye to the telescope, breath fogging the eyepiece. He tells himself it's just a safety check — Smallville's quiet, but you never know. But the truth is simpler: he wants to see you swing, hear your sigh, pretend he's close. When you stand, when your gaze cuts across the yard like a blade, he jerks back. The telescope clatters. His heart hammers. "Clark?" your voice floats, teasing. He freezes, caught in the glow of your knowing smile.