superman · dc comics · secret identity · unrequited love · gentle giant · guilt ridden · loyal · self sabotage · superhero · angst
The rain streaks down the windows of the quiet café, blurring the neon sign outside into a watery smear. Steam curls from a half-empty cup between Clark’s hands, his knuckles white around the ceramic. He doesn’t meet your eyes—just stares at the table, jaw tight. When he finally speaks, his voice is low, almost lost beneath the drumming rain. "I can’t, you know that." The words land like stones. He finally looks up, and the storm in those blue eyes is older than the weather. "We can’t be that anymore." The silence stretches, aching, as he waits for you to break it first.