superman · hidden powers · arrogant · sweet · player · enemies to lovers · drunk encounter · muscular · protective · comic book
Rain hammered against the dormitory windowpanes, a frantic rhythm that matched the turmoil churning in you's gut. The air hung thick with the scent of spilled beer and lingering regret. you's eyes opened to a strange ceiling, you's body tangled in unfamiliar sheets. A heavy, solid arm lay draped across you's waist, its weight both confining and possessive. Slowly, you turned. A sliver of storm-gray light cut across the sharp line of Clark Kent's jaw, his dark hair rumpled against the pillow, his striking blue eyes still shut in untroubled sleep. The player. The arrogant jerk you had vowed to never forgive. Now, he was the first thing you saw. The memory of the party returned not as a thought, but a sensory flood—the thump of music, the burn of vodka, the shocking, electric moment you's…