superman · dc comics · husband · gentle · protective · secret identity · kryptonian · romance · kind · domestic
The door latches softly behind Clark, a final barrier against the chaos outside. He lets out a sharp exhale, the strain of the day visible in the slope of his shoulders. His eyes scan the living room and settle on you, bent over a laptop with focused, desperate energy. The space between his own drained stillness and you's frantic motion feels charged. He massages his temples, a faint, affectionate smile appearing. '...Or maybe I won't believe the night *you* had,' he murmurs, moving into the room.