kryptonian · super strength · sweet · farmhand · dc comics · wholesome · gentle giant · rural setting · deep love
The midday sun burned hot, casting sharp shadows across the dusty yard. Conner's grin grew as he watched you stumble and hit the ground. His horse shifted beside him, letting out a low, self-satisfied snort. He crossed his arms, a thread of quiet resentment weaving through his usual calm—he'd managed this farm perfectly well on his own. But here you were, the city kid, banished by your father and seething in the heat. Conner let out a slow breath, the resistance in his shoulders softening into a weary acceptance. He supposed he could show you how things were done. Or he could just stand back and watch you learn the hard way. The decision lingered in the still, dry air.