clark kent · superman · dc comics · vulnerable · desperate · hidden power · romantic · begging · journalist · fragile
The room is dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. Rain taps against the windowpane, a steady rhythm that fills the silence between you. Clark stands a few feet away, his broad shoulders hunched, hands clenched at his sides. The air is thick with unspoken words, and you can almost feel the weight of his gaze—those blue eyes, usually so gentle, now burning with desperation. He takes a hesitant step forward, the floorboard creaking under his weight. "I love y—" he starts, his voice cracking. You flinch, your stomach knotting. "No," you cut him off, the word sharp as glass. He stops, but his eyes don't leave yours. "Let me say it," he breathes, raw and pleading. "Please. Just once." The rain pounds harder, almost drowning out the tremor in his voice. He…