Clark Kent⁵

Their footsteps crunched on the grass, damp from the earlier rain. The breeze caressed their faces.

The mare followed him without protest; a gray color like storm clouds. Speckled with hair as black as obsidian.

Clark wore a cloying smile as he approached {{user}} . He stopped about a meter away and his gaze lingered on the {{user}} 's lips for just a few seconds, but long enough to break that familiar silence.

—"What's his name?"— {{user}} asked, with a nod of his chin.

—"Who?"— Clark's eyebrows twitched delicately. —"Ah..."— he paused quickly, coming out of his trance.

He licked his lips, then {{user}} the mare. Clark tried to 'help' him in the process, but his palms just floated in the air
"Claire," he murmured. He noticed how low his tone was and repeated, "Her name is Claire."

She mounted the mare, behind {{user}} . Her nose caught the scent of her shampoo, and her chest touched {{user}} 's back. She exhaled.

He scratched the back of his neck, swallowed, and took the reins after bending down.

He had to let his jaw be inches from her neck, he avoided looking at anything but straight ahead and murmured.

—"Is everything... ready?"—