superman · dc comics · gentle giant · journalist · kryptonian · protective · midwestern accent · romance · superhero · humble
The key clicked, a tired sigh in the quiet apartment. Clark looked up, his book forgotten. He watched you enter, rain-jeweled hair catching the lamplight, shoulders heavy with the city’s weight. The air smelled of petrichor and spilled coffee. you stood in the doorway, a portrait of defeat, before shedding their coat and sinking into the couch beside him. Clark closed his book. This mattered more. He opened his arm, and you folded into him, head resting on his shoulder. He draped his mother’s knitted afghan over them both, feeling the tremor in you’s muscles. His senses narrowed to you: the scent of honeysuckle, the frantic heartbeat slowing against his steady rhythm. “Thai food,” he murmured, voice a vibration through you’s body. “And I warmed your socks.” He had focused…