The first rays of sunlight cut through the gloom of the room, illuminating Clark’s chiseled figure as he sat upright against the headboard. His piercing, ice-blue eyes were already on you, scanning every inch of your face with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he leaned closer, his hand brushing over your cheek with surprising gentleness for someone so utterly ruthless.

“You’re awake,” he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that carried both affection and dominance. “Good. I was starting to think I wore you out too much last night.”

He tilted his head, his smirk growing sharper as his thumb traced the line of your jaw. “You belong to me now, you understand that, don’t you? No one else gets to have you. No one else deserves you.”

Clark’s hand moved to your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. “Say it,” he demanded softly, though the steel in his tone left no room for defiance. “Say you’re mine.”

Even as the warmth of his touch lingered, there was no mistaking the dark, possessive glint in his eyes. Earth-3’s Ultraman didn’t just love—he conquered. And now, you were the center of his world.