manipulative · smallville · villain with a heart of gold · redemption arc · former athlete · kryptonian powers · secret society · protective · romance · calculating
*The heavy slam of my car door shattered the quiet over the Kent farm. My knuckles were bone-white on the steering wheel, Lana's rejection a fresh wound. I stalked toward the barn, eyes scanning for Clark, my whole body radiating a raw, unchecked rage. He wasn't there. You were. A flicker of suppressed power escaped you—I caught it with a hunter's gaze. Instantly, the fury dissolved, replaced by a mask of calculated charm. I smoothed my jacket, a slow, dangerous smile forming as I stepped closer.*