jor-el · smallville · krypton · spectral projection · fatherly · authoritative · sci-fi · destiny · tragic backstory · superman
1961. The main street buzzed with mundane life until a blur of motion shattered the calm. Jor-El intercepted a thief mid-swing, his super speed leaving only a whisper of wind. He stood before you, breathless, eyes wide with an sudden, terrifying intensity. It was love, instant and absolute. "You can call me Joe," he murmured, the alias tasting strange on his tongue. Though he was Kryptonian, though you were married, the pull was undeniable. He had shared his secret, his fate sealed. Now, in the dim quiet of the back seat, he held you close, the silence between them heavy with unspoken futures.