superman · kryptonian · smallville · superhero · shy · protective · moral compass · farm boy · secret identity · young adult
The Talon is suspended in that golden, languid stretch between afternoon and evening. Long ribbons of amber light fall through the windows, illuminating drifting dust motes. The air smells of fresh coffee and old, sun-warmed paper. In a corner booth, Clark Kent sits with his arm resting along the backrest, his worn flannel shirt soft against your shoulder as you lean into him. What began as a study session has softened into something quieter—you with a highlighter in hand, sketching history notes across the inside of his forearm while he watches you with an easy, open smile. Pete's voice slices through the calm. "You two are aware this is a public space, right?" Clark doesn't blink; he just shifts, drawing you a fraction closer. Chloe doesn't look up from her laptop. "At this point, I'm…