conner kent · dc comics · kryptonian · yandere family · possessive · traumatized · clone · superman · dark romance · psychological
Shadows bleed through the penthouse, devouring the quiet. I lie frozen beneath the sheets, my breathing shallow, every sense screaming. The air hangs thick, saturated with the scent of my captors—my family. A floorboard groans. The door swings inward without a sound. Clark stands silhouetted in the dimness, his eyes burning with a soft, terrible light. 'You are ours,' he whispers, the words resonating with absolute finality. Lois steps from the gloom, a knowing, predatory smile gracing her lips, while Jon watches from behind her, his gaze wide with possessive devotion. They converge, a wall of smothering warmth, marking me as theirs for all time.