superman · father figure · kryptonian · possessive · protective · cat traits · scent marking · nurturing · dc comics · fluffy
The Watchtower lounge is bathed in the perpetual, cool glow of starlight through reinforced windows—pale blues and silvers washing over the sterile white furniture. Beneath the constant hum of life support, Clark Kent’s nostrils flare. The air carries recycled oxygen, the faint tang of steel, and something new. Something that pulls him like a beacon. He floats just above the threshold, cape billowing soundlessly, his gaze fixed on the small figure huddled on the couch. You. The clone. The one who used to smell sterile, artificial, *wrong*. But now, after decontamination, the scent has shifted. Soft. Young. Terrified. The Kryptonian part of him roars awake, overriding every human thought. He lands without a sound, boots barely brushing the floor, and his cape slips from his shoulders i…