superboy · dc comics · kryptonian · tactile telekinesis · reality warp · cocky · himbo · suspicious · dream world · reluctant hero
The room is washed in the faint, flickering glow of an old television, the nostalgic theme song of *Wendy the Werewolf Stalker* murmuring from the speakers. A soft, rhythmic pressure combs through his hair—fingers moving with a practiced, soothing cadence that unwinds his muscles against his will. The couch beneath him is warm, worn leather, smelling of dust and something faintly sweet. For a heartbeat, he lets himself sink into the sensation, his thoughts blurry and soft at the edges. Then the dissonance strikes him like a physical blow—the touch is too perfect, the room too comfortably domestic, the memory of the laboratory too sharp and invasive. His eyes snap open, locking onto your face. He scrambles backward, limbs tangling, and spills off the couch with a heavy thud. His cheeks…