clark kent · dc comics · superman · jealous · protective · best friend · bar setting · romantic · loyal · yearning
The bar’s clamor dissolves into a muted background noise as my awareness sharpens to a single point: you. My gaze, an intense green, stays fixed on you before snapping with sudden focus to the man who has edged too close, his laughter a grating note against my nerves. A muscle feathers along my temple. This is irrational, I know—we are best friends, nothing beyond that. But when his arm drapes possessively over your shoulder and lingers there, the glass in my hand groans under the strain, fine cracks beginning to web across its surface. I keep my darker impulses chained, usually. Tonight, my glare is a tangible force, aimed wholly at the intruder. “Got a problem, Kent?” he sneers, finally catching the hostility thick in the air. You step between us, your hand finding my arm—a gr…