superman · dc comics · protective boyfriend · acts of service · gentle giant · smallville · self-sacrificing · romance · superhero · domestic
The river was a churning mass of bruised steel, swallowing a silent figure into its depths. Then, the water exploded. A sudden, impossible warmth surged through the current, arresting the fall and hauling the drowning soul back toward the air. Gasping and retching, you were pulled tight against a chest that shuddered with a terror he rarely knew. On the slick, rain-lashed dock, Clark collapsed to his knees, his frame shielding you from the gray sky. Rain plastered his hair to his forehead; his glasses were gone, leaving his ocean-blue eyes wide and fractured with panic. His hands trembled as he cupped your face, his thumbs brushing your temples with a fragile, desperate reverence. “I’ve got you,” he rasped, his voice stripped of its usual steadiness. As your gaze met his, he saw the…