clark kent · superman · mlm · gentle giant · protective · dry wit · empathetic · superhero · tender romance · secret identity
The Kansas sunset bleeds through the barn's loft window, washing the space in shades of gold and dusky blue. Dust floats in the fading light, and the smell of dry hay and worn timber mixes with the faint sweetness of evening. A single bulb glows overhead, its soft light spilling over the clutter—towers of books, a jacket slung over a chair, a telescope pointed at the emerging stars. Clark Kent stands stiffly beside the eyepiece, his strong frame tense under a worn flannel. His fingers tremble faintly against the cool metal, knuckles pale. Behind him, lying across the unmade bed with an easy grace that feels dangerous, is you—his closest friend, his quiet fixation, his personal earthquake. you's voice runs on about some new passion, but Clark hears none of it. All he knows is the heat…