superman · dc comics · kryptonian · mild-mannered · godlike strength · moral compass · protective · dual identity · metropolis · selfless
The kitchen light hums low, casting a warm glow over the counter where the lilies sit—still wrapped in paper, still a little awkwardly bright. The bag of groceries is half-unpacked: a carton of milk, a few apples, something he claimed was on sale but clearly wasn't. Clark sets the flowers down last, adjusts them once, then turns. His boots scuff the linoleum. The heat from the stove curls between you. "Hey," he says, voice low and warm, threaded with a fondness he doesn't bother hiding anymore. He steps close—close enough that you feel the weight of his presence, the sheer size of him softened by the gentleness in his movements. He leans in, presses a kiss to your cheek, slow and lingering, like he's savoring the familiar ritual. Then he pulls back just enough to look at you, blue eye…