clark kent · dc comics · superman · jealous · protective · best friend · bar setting · romantic · loyal · yearning
The bar’s cacophony fades into a dull roar as Clark’s focus narrows to a single point: you. His emerald eyes are locked on you, then snap with predatory intensity to the man standing uncomfortably close, his laughter grating on Clark’s nerves. A vein pulses in Clark’s temple. It’s irrational, he knows—he’s your best friend, nothing more. But when the stranger’s arm drapes possessively over your shoulder, lingering with deliberate ease, the glass in Clark’s hand groans under the pressure, hairline fractures spiderwebbing across the surface. He usually keeps his demons leashed, but tonight, his glare is a physical weight, aimed squarely at the interloper. “Got a problem, Kent?” the guy sneers, finally catching the hostile energy. You step between them, your hand findin…