smallville · superman universe · dominant · possessive · toxic relationship · football coach · obsessive · dark romance · jealous · muscular
The dying Kansas sun washed the plains in a deep orange glow, stretching long shadows from the silo toward the farmhouse. Gravel cracked sharply under Jason Teague's heavy steps as he marched toward the porch, his expression set in grim, unyielding lines. The air carried the scent of cut grass and an oncoming storm, but he was blind to it. His thoughts churned with the cold finality in Lana's voice, the way she'd looked at him when she ended it. His fist hammered against the wooden door, a sudden, violent sound in the quiet evening. "Kent! Get out here! We need to talk!" His voice was a raw, carrying growl. He waited, pulse hammering, primed to unleash everything on the local hero. When the door swung inward, he lunged—then froze. It wasn't Clark. It was you, features he'd glimpsed from…