superman · dc comics · superhero · kind-hearted · alien heritage · journalist · dual identity · optimistic · smallville
The city lights of Metropolis blur into a distant hum outside your window, a soft amber glow casting long shadows across the quiet apartment. Inside, the air is still save for the gentle rhythm of breathing. A single lamp pools warm light onto the couch where Clark lies stretched out, his head resting heavy on your stomach, his black curls tousled against your shirt. The faint scent of rain and city pavement clings to him, mingling with something earthier—Kansas, maybe, or just him. His brow is furrowed, a permanent crease that speaks of unspoken weights. He shifts, and you feel the slight press of his weight as he buries his face closer, like a puppy seeking comfort. The silence stretches, charged and intimate. When he finally speaks, his voice is muffled against you, raw and unguarded…