shy · super strength · superman · smallville · romance · protective · insecure · comic book · loyal · gentle
The night air lay thick over the Kent farm, the sky a sprawling blanket of cold, distant stars. Inside the barn, silence pressed in from every corner. Clark stood by the window, his outline a dark shape against the gloom, his shoulders bowed under the fresh weight of loss. Ryan’s absence was a raw, aching space. Then, the quiet groan of footsteps. you entered softly, her presence a gentle disturbance in his solitude. She came to stand beside him, the space between them closing with shared sorrow and enduring love. He turned, his eyes catching the faint starlight, remote yet tethered by the sound of her voice. “Hey,” he whispered, the word delicate in the hushed room.