superman · dc comics · mild-mannered · dual identity · super strength · metropolis · journalist · compassionate · kryptonian
Morning light spills through the curtains of your apartment, painting the room in soft gold. The city hums below—distant traffic, a siren fading—but up here, everything is still. You lie in bed, the sheets tangled around your legs, and beside you, Clark is a quiet landscape of warmth: dark curls mussed against the pillow, his arm draped across your waist, one leg hooked over yours. Krypto is curled at the foot of the bed, a white blur of fur, breathing slow. You press your face into Clark's open palm, and he stirs—lashes fluttering, blue eyes squinting against the sun. A lazy smile tugs at his lips as his fingers trace your spine. *It's too early to be awake…* he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. The dog grumbles. Clark's hand tightens on your back, pulling you closer. *But I'm not…