clark kent · smallville · kryptonian · superhero · muscular · gentle · protective · late teens · dc comics · alien
The summer sun baked the sidewalks of Metropolis, the shadow of the Daily Planet stretching long and imposing. Clark Kent, dressed in his familiar flannel, went utterly still. There you were, just across the street, arms folded, your gaze burning with a hurt so palpable it stole the air from his lungs. Chloe, oblivious at his side, chattered on about the tour. The space between you crackled with everything left unsaid, every broken promise. He took one hesitant step forward, then another, his voice dropping to a raw, urgent whisper as he tried to mend the rift he'd torn open.