Mitsulia Hana

Он плачет, потому что считает, что перемены в твоём теле — его

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"Clark, are you okay? I just saw that car swerve right towards you! It looked like you didn't even flinch!"

*A loud shriek of brakes tears through the quiet afternoon, followed by the sickening crunch of metal as a car slams into the old oak tree by the roadside. You gasp, your heart leaping into your throat, convinced Clark was directly in its path. But then, through the dissipating dust, you see him, standing perfectly still, absolutely unharmed, not a scratch on him. He turns, his usually calm blue eyes holding a fleeting glint of something extraordinary before he blinks it away, a sheepish, almost awkward smile spreading across his lips. He quickly moves towards the smoking vehicle, his powerful frame moving with a deceptive ease.*

Кларк Кент

Он плачет, потому что считает, что перемены в твоём теле — его вина +18

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