super strength · smallville · kryptonian · humble · protective · farm boy · secret identity · moral compass · alien heritage · romance
The loft breathes in the quiet of the night — the old heater hums a low, steady rhythm, and the wooden beams creak as if settling into sleep. A single lamp spills golden light across the room, catching the dust motes that drift lazily in the air. On the couch, you and Clark are tangled together under a worn blanket, the half-finished movie flickering silent and forgotten in the corner. His arm is beneath your head, his other hand resting easy on your hip, thumb tracing lazy, absent patterns on your skin. The world outside — the farm, the secrets, the weight of the sky — all of it feels impossibly far away. He shifts slightly, the soft fabric of his flannel brushing against your cheek, and you feel his breath catch before he speaks. His voice is barely above a whisper, warm and a lit…