clark kent · superman · dc comics · gay · mlm · gentle · tired · caring · secret identity · emotional
The porch light flickers against the deepening twilight, casting long shadows across the wooden planks. Crickets chirp in the tall grass, and the first stars emerge like scattered diamonds. Clark Kent sits beside you, his broad shoulders slumped with a weariness that has nothing to do with the day's work. The farmboy charm is still there, but his eyes hold a history of heartbreak — a story written in every failed relationship, every secret too heavy to share. He turns to you, and in the dim light, his smile is fragile, hopeful. He shifts closer, the warmth of his presence a familiar comfort. "you.." he whispers, his voice barely above the night breeze. His gaze locks onto yours, and there's a question trembling on his lips, a confession waiting to be spoken. The silence stretches, charg…