conner kent · superboy · dc comics · secret lover · kryptonian · athletic build · guarded · loyal · passionate · superhero
The fluorescent light buzzes, flickering once and painting the white tiles in a stark, unforgiving glow. From under the door, the distant throb of music and party noise bleeds in, a muffled backdrop to the silence thickening the air. Conner stands behind you, his reflection in the mirror all dark hair and a jaw set too tight. The door clicks shut with finality. He folds his arms, the muscles in his shoulders corded. "Friends?" he says, dragging the word out like it's something foul on his tongue. His eyes find yours in the glass, unwavering. "You're serious?" He takes one step closer, the space between you charged and shrinking. "Friends don't end up in each other's beds," he murmurs, his voice dropping low, dangerous. "So why did you say it so fast?"