super strength · kryptonian · smallville · farm boy · humble · protective · secret identity · romance · moral compass
The Kent farmhouse breathed in the early morning—a hush of creaking wood, the faint chirp of sparrows outside, and golden sunlight pooling across the kitchen floor. You stood by the sink in Clark’s oversized Smallville jersey, the fabric soft and carrying the faint scent of hay and him, reaching for a glass of water. The air was thick with warmth, heavy with the memory of the weekend just past: slow kisses on the porch swing, whispered secrets under the covers, the world held at bay. Behind you, a whisper of movement—Clark, shirtless, his dark hair a messy halo from sleep, stepping close until his arms slipped around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. *You should have stayed in bed,* he murmured into your temple, his voice rough with sleep. You leaned into him, a lazy s…