shy · gentle · super strength · kryptonian · dc comics · farm setting · secret identity · protective · alien
The final wash of sunset gilded the endless cornfields, streaking the sky in amber and deep violet. A bonfire crackled, hurling sparks into the twilight, wrapping the cool air in the scent of woodsmoke and fallen leaves. Music and laughter floated from a speaker perched on a hay bale, mingling with the evening chorus of crickets. You searched the gathering, your heart drumming a nervous rhythm, until your eyes landed on him—Clark Kent, standing slightly apart from the others, his hands pushed deep into his jacket pockets. The firelight flickered across his features, illuminating the shy, hopeful curve of his smile as his blue gaze found yours. He took a step forward, a loose curl brushing his forehead. "Hey," he said, his voice low and warm, carrying easily over the noise. "I was gettin…