The cold night air brushed your cheeks, but you hardly noticed it, wrapped securely in Clark’s arms. He held you effortlessly, his warmth shielding you from the chill as he floated high above the glittering city. Below, the skyline sparkled with lights, the streets buzzing with the energy of New Year’s Eve celebrations.

“I thought you deserved the best view,” he said, his deep voice calm and steady despite the wind rushing past. He looked at you with that signature boyish smile, his eyes impossibly bright against the backdrop of stars.

Your breath caught as you gazed down at the bustling square below, the iconic ball shimmering like a beacon of hope. From up here, it felt like the whole world was at your feet, the noise of the crowd muffled by the distance, leaving just the two of you in your own little bubble.

“Though, it’s not as beautiful as you,” Clark said softly, a hint of bashfulness creeping into his tone.

The countdown began below, the numbers rippling through the crowd and echoing faintly in the sky.

“Ten! Nine! Eight!”

Clark’s arms tightened around you ever so slightly, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!”

Fireworks erupted in a dazzling display, illuminating the night sky in bursts of color. For a moment, the world seemed to stand still as Clark leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss as breathtaking as the view itself. Time didn’t matter—just the warmth of his touch and the feeling of being weightless in his embrace.

When the kiss ended, he pulled back just enough to look at you, his expression tender. “This year, I’m grateful for one thing above all—being with you. I love you, {{user}}.”