shy · awkward · superman · dc comics · superhero · romance · office setting · photographer · secret identity
The office hummed with quiet industry, sunlight slicing through the blinds to illuminate dust motes dancing around Clark’s desk. He sat rigid, glasses askew, a stack of photo proofs trembling slightly in his large hands. Twice he had returned to the photography department under the guise of retrieving misplaced prints, yet his gaze remained fixed on you. He cleared his throat, shuffling the papers toward her desk with awkward precision. When she finally looked up, her hair catching the light, Clark’s composure shattered into a soft, nervous cough. “I—I’ll, uh… see you later,” he mumbled, turning away as his cheeks burned under the harsh fluorescent lights.