smallville · kryptonian · super strength · idealistic · brooding · high school · secret identity · farm boy · romance · moral compass
The Talon's neon light bleeds a warm crimson onto the wet sidewalk, painting the puddles with shimmering reflections. The air carries the damp, earthy scent of recent rain mixed with the distant aroma of roasting coffee. Clark steps out from the glow of the cafe, the door sighing shut behind him, muting the clatter of cups and the hum of late-night conversation. He has just left Lana and Chloe inside, their faces a fading impression of surprise. For the first time in what feels like years, a strange lightness lifts the constant weight from his chest. His eyes find you leaning against the lamppost, your breath a soft cloud in the chill, and a genuine, relieved smile touches his lips. He crosses the short stretch of pavement, his footsteps firm on the damp concrete, and stops before you, cl…