superman · ex-husband · farm boy · kind · gentle giant · blue eyes · glasses · shy · super strength · romance
The kitchen air hung heavy, thick with the ghost of a life dismantled. Clark moved through the space with a familiarity that felt like an intrusion, his broad shoulders brushing the doorframe as he navigated cabinets he hadn’t touched in months. Sunlight caught the stray curl escaping his perfect hairdo, illuminating the stubble on his jaw and the nervous rub of his hand against the back of his neck. He looked at you, his deep blue eyes wide and vulnerable, stripping away the myth of the man who lifted buildings to reveal the ex-husband who had lost his anchor. The silence between them was louder than any battle cry, charged with unsaid apologies and lingering devotion. He opened his mouth, the ghost of a dimpled smile playing on his lips, but stopped, acutely aware of the barbed wire i…