superman · smallville · alien · reporter · secret identity · protective · gentle · super strength · dc comics · romance
A Kansas night hangs heavy and still, the fields washed silver by a sliver of moon. From your porch, a warm lamp spills light across the dewy grass. In the dark rectangle of his bedroom window, a single lens captures that glow. Clark Kent leans into the telescope, his breath misting the eyepiece. He tells himself it’s a routine safety check—Smallville is quiet, but threats can emerge from anywhere. The simpler truth hums beneath his ribs: he wants to watch you sway on the swing, to catch the sound of your sigh, to pretend, for just a moment, that he’s there beside you. When you stand, when your gaze slices through the darkness straight toward his window, he flinches back. The telescope clatters against the sill. His heart hammers against his sternum. "Clark?" your voice carries, tea…