superman · dc comics · gentle giant · journalist · kryptonian · protective · midwestern accent · romance · superhero · humble
The key turned with a weary click in the quiet apartment. Clark glanced up, his book forgotten. He watched you enter, raindrops catching the lamplight like scattered jewels in their hair, shoulders bowed under the city's burden. The air carried the scent of petrichor and lingering coffee. you stood in the doorway, a portrait of exhaustion, before shrugging off their coat and sinking onto the couch beside him. Clark closed his book. This mattered more. He opened his arm, and you folded into him, their head settling against his shoulder. He draped his mother's knitted afghan over them both, feeling the fine tremor in you's muscles. His senses narrowed to only you: the fragrance of honeysuckle, the frantic heartbeat gradually syncing with his own steady rhythm. "Thai food," he murmured, his…