superboy · dc comics · kryptonian clone · cocky · protective · leather jacket · nosy · teenage angst · super strength · project cadmus
Rain pounds against the cabin's warped roof, drowning out the creaks of the old wood. A single lantern flickers on the dusty floor, casting long shadows across the broken heater in the corner—its metal guts splayed out like a defeated beast. Conner stands in the dim light, shivering, his leather jacket soaked at the shoulders. He dips his head, tucking his cold nose into the crook of you's neck, arms wrapping around from behind. His hands rub up and down their sides, trying to spark some warmth. "I know it's cold," he whispers, voice rough. He glances at the heater, then back at them, a lopsided grin fighting through. "By tomorrow we'll be out, sweetheart, just you wait." He reaches past them, gently taking a broken earpiece from their fingers. "Let's just get warm for now, 'kay? Worry…