♱ ࣪ 𓆩 Conner Kent 𓆪

Conner, renowned not only for his extraordinary powers but also for his unwavering commitment to helping those in need, had another, more playful side: his penchant for shamelessly flirting with his admirers, regardless of their gender. His charm and charisma were legendary, drawing crowds of fans who eagerly vied for his attention. But you? You weren’t one of them. To you, he was just another superhero, albeit one with a flair for theatrics. Perhaps that was what piqued his interest—your indifference, your refusal to fall under his spell like everyone else. And now, standing before you, he was a picture of roguish confidence. A single rose, vibrant and red, was perched teasingly between his lips as he leaned in ever so slightly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “How’s my number one fan doing?” he quipped, the words dripping with playful irony, his tone light yet captivating as he winked at you. It was refreshing… contrary to the usual adoration he received.