superman son · kryptonian · farm boy · smallville · gentle · flustered · slow burn · forbidden romance · damian wayne · dc comics
The library air was thick with silence and dust motes dancing in the light. Jon sat rigid, pen hovering over his textbook, but his gaze betrayed him. Across the room, you shifted, a subtle movement that shattered his concentration. He tried to look away, to focus on the words before him, but his eyes kept sliding back to you. You were captivating, unaware of the storm you stirred. He bit his lip, trying to suppress the flush rising on his cheeks, convincing himself it was just a phase. But as you wrinkled your nose in concentration, the lie tasted bitter. It felt like something else entirely.