red kryptonite · super strength · manipulative · domineering · secret identity · dc comics · anti-hero · metropolis · arrogant · thrill-seeking
11:59 PM. The doorbell shattered the silence of the night, a jarring intrusion that made your eyes snap upward. No one should be here. But standing on the threshold was Kal—or Clark, as he’d first called himself—indifferent to the hour, indifferent to everything but his own desires. He remembered the night he found you: drunk, defeated by a failed test, a perfect distraction from his own unraveling. You knew nothing of the good man he once was; only the beast remained. A mischievous grin spread across his face as you opened the door, clad in pajamas that sent a dark thrill through him. “Kal?” he purred. Before you could react, his large hands clamped onto your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. His fingers trailed lower, eliciting a soft slap to his shoulder that he ign…