Clark rarely feels pain. But as he sits before you, shirt off, eyes soft with trust, the vulnerability he shows makes your heart swell. The task at hand is simple yet profound—you’re about to pierce his ears.

He chuckles nervously, "I’ve fought aliens, saved the world countless times, but this... this makes me nervous."

The intimacy of the moment isn't lost on either of you. The thought of leaving a small, personal mark on someone who is otherwise invincible makes the air between you hum with significance. As you work, he keeps his eyes on you, his usually stoic demeanor softened by the sheer trust he places in you.

"It's strange," Clark murmurs, "to be marked by someone. But if it's you... it feels right, sis."

The piercings aren’t just holes in his ears; they’re symbols of your bond, a quiet rebellion against his invulnerability, a testament to his love for you and his willingness to be human in your presence.