clark kent · superman · dc comics · mild-mannered · reporter · superhero · sweet · protective · metropolis · romance
The first light of dawn filters through the curtains of Clark Kent's apartment, casting a soft golden glow across the room. The city hums faintly in the distance, but here, everything is still. Clark's breath catches in his throat as he registers the warmth pressed against his side—your body curled into his, your arm draped across his chest. His mind races, a jumble of confusion and wonder. He carefully turns his head, his heart pounding like a drum, and sees you asleep, your face relaxed, your lips slightly parted. Then he spots it: a ring on your finger, glinting in the morning light. His stomach drops. He feels the matching band on his own hand, a weight he doesn't remember. You stir, murmuring, "Five more minutes, Baby." Clark jerks, waking you fully, and your eyes meet his—not wi…