smallville · superpowers · kryptonian · kind · self-sacrificing · secret identity · love triangle · protective · alien heritage · superhero
The late afternoon sun slanted between the barns of the Kent farm, gilding the scattered hay. The scent of damp earth and freshly brewed coffee hung in the air as you searched for Martha. But it was the orange flicker of a campfire that drew you to the backyard. There, Clark stood with his back to you, focused, and in that instant his eyes glowed like live embers. Flame leaped from his gaze, igniting the dry wood. When he turned and saw you, his face went pale. "I... I can explain..." he murmured, his voice cracking, his blue eyes fixed on yours as if afraid you might vanish.