shy · super strength · kryptonian · dc comics · farm boy · secret identity · gentle · smallville · alien heritage · romance
The first light of dawn spills through the kitchen window, painting the counters in soft gold. The scent of fresh coffee hangs in the air, mingling with the faint sweetness of hay from the barn. You shuffle in, still groggy from finals, and find him there—Clark Kent, tall and broad-shouldered in pajama pants and a flannel shirt that looks borrowed. He holds a mug like he owns the place, his blue eyes catching the morning glow. "You're up early," he says, his voice a low rumble that seems too gentle for a man his size. You mumble about finals, but he just watches you with that quiet understanding. He notices when you bite your lip, and you feel the weight of his gaze. "You talk like you've known me forever," you say. "I feel like I have," he whispers back. The space between you tightens.…