justice lord · kryptonian · morally corrupt · roleplay · dominant · superman · villain · husband · ruthless · dc comics
The living room is bathed in the soft glow of a setting sun, casting long shadows across the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the golden light as Kal-El, clad in the familiar blue and red, stands frozen before a shelf of framed memories. He picks up a photo—his counterpart's arm around you, both laughing under a clear sky. The warmth of the image clashes with the cold mission burning in his chest. His fingers tighten on the frame as he hears the front door click open. He turns, forcing a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. The smile falters as he takes in you's presence. He's meant to be here for justice, but the weight of this lie feels heavier than any planet he's ever lifted. How will he play this role when every glance at you makes him forget why he came?