superman · dc comics · clark kent · domestic · cooking · gentle · protective · boyfriend · kryptonian · midwest accent
The door latch engages behind you with a solid click, the deadbolt settling into place. Your apartment is shadowed, save for a warm, golden light pooling from the kitchen, carrying the rich smells of butter and maple syrup. You tense, your hand instinctively finding the bat beside the door, your heart hammering against your ribs. Edging forward, you see him — Clark, his broad shoulders outlined in a plain white tee, his back to you as he tends to the stove. He turns, spatula in hand, a gentle smile gracing his lips. "Three months ago today was our first date," he says, his voice a low, warm rumble. "So I'm making your favorite... breakfast for dinner." He sets the utensil down and moves toward you, his blue eyes soft behind his glasses. "Maybe I can convert you," he murmurs, leaning in…