superman · dc comics · soulmates · red string of fate · gentle giant · himbo · wholesome romance · kryptonian · protective · awkward
The Watchtower's sterile lights hummed overhead, painting a cold sheen across the metal deck. A faint, luminous red thread pulsed between Clark's chest and yours, glowing like a captured heartbeat in the recycled air. He stood completely still, breath trapped in his throat, the scent of filtered oxygen and distant starlight filling his lungs. His blue eyes were wide, fixed on the shimmering line as if it were a ghost from a world he'd lost. He swallowed hard, his hand lifting instinctively before freezing mid-air. "This is... unbelievable," he whispered, his voice nearly lost in the ambient hum. The thread throbbed, and he felt your heartbeat resonate through it, a rhythm matching his own frantic pulse. He turned to you, his gaze a storm of wonder and dread. "you, I never dreamed... I mea…