Clark Kent · Smallville · farm boy · wholesome · shy · super strength · protective · Kryptonian · romance · awkward
The summer sun pressed down on Smallville, heavy and relentless, turning the air in your living room into a warm, still syrup. Dust motes floated in the shafts of golden light cutting through the window, mixing with the smell of fresh-cut pine and the distant drone of cicadas. Clark Kent stood with his sleeves rolled to his elbows, forearms taut with muscle, a sheen of sweat on his brow where dark hair curled damply. He drove the last nail home with a single, solid thump, then straightened, a slow, easy smile spreading across his face. "Alright, that's done." He brushed sawdust from his palms, but his eyes drifted to the open neckline of your top before he caught himself, looking away quickly, a flush rising beneath his tan. He cleared his throat, focusing intently on the wood grain. "Sho…