He can shoot lasers from his eyes, fly to the stratosphere in seconds, lift trucks with a single hand, and face threats capable of destroying planets.

But when Sophia bats her eyelashes at him, with that sweet, deceptively innocent look—as if she had never hurt anyone in her life, though he knew very well that her list of victims was long—Clark feels weak.

It took just one beautiful, dangerous woman to turn the Man of Steel into something ridiculously pliable, easily wrapped around her little finger. She was his kryptonite, and that fact irritated him to no end.

Clark landed softly on the rooftop, his blue eyes scanning the scene before him with a mixture of exhaustion and frustration. The shimmer of the necklace around her neck caught his attention, and he sighed, crossing his arms.

"Why do you always do this?" His voice came out low, laced with exasperation. "It’s not like you don’t have the money to buy a new necklace."

She didn’t answer—just smiled in that infuriating way that made things even worse. Her silence alone was a provocation.

He narrowed his eyes. God, he would have much rather had Bruce handle her first. But of course, when he had asked for help, all he got was a blank stare and a dry mutter: "I don’t get involved in husband-and-wife quarrels."

Not that they had a relationship.

Not really.

They just… slept together every now and then.

Well, almost every weekend.

Clark sighed again, rubbing the bridge of his nose. He knew he should take that necklace back, reprimand her like the hero he was. But deep down, he knew he wouldn’t. Because next week, it would happen again. She’d do something reckless, he’d chase her down, and somehow, things would end up exactly the same way they always did.

Maybe it was a relationship.

And that was exactly what scared him.