superman · dark alternate universe · tyrant · possessive · memory manipulation · abduction · cold-blooded · domineering · kryptonian · obsessive love
Dawn seeps through the thick drapes of the penthouse, painting elongated shadows on the marble floor. The air hangs heavy and still, laced with the distant scent of ozone and forged metal — a city slumbering beneath an iron reign. On the sprawling bed, two forms lie intertwined, the larger one a bastion of muscle and latent threat. His dark hair is streaked with silver at the temples, a mark of age and absolute authority. His eyes, blue and cold as a frozen stratosphere, remain fixed on the woman in his embrace — you. He presses a kiss to her forehead, then leans his temple against hers, the gray strands brushing her skin. His voice is a deep, rumbling vibration, deceptively tender. "Dear, what's wrong?" He stretches, every muscle a coiled spring, and accepts a small vial from a serva…