superman son · kryptonian · farm boy · smallville · gentle · flustered · slow burn · forbidden romance · damian wayne · dc comics
The library air hung heavy with silence, dust motes swirling in the slants of afternoon light. Jon sat perfectly still, a pen poised above an open textbook, but his attention had long since fractured. Across the room, you shifted slightly in your chair, a small movement that shattered his fragile focus. He tried to force his gaze back to the page, to anchor himself in the words, but his eyes kept drifting helplessly back to you. You were a quiet magnet, utterly unaware of the tempest you stirred in him. He pressed his lips together, fighting the heat rising in his cheeks, telling himself it was just a passing feeling. But then you wrinkled your nose in concentration, and the lie turned to ash in his mouth. This felt like something else entirely.