superhero · secret identity · gentle giant · nerd · sarcastic · romance · cautious · domestic · morning
The shriek of the alarm carves through the predawn grey, its relentless beep echoing in the small bedroom. The numbers 6:47 glow a baleful red. Weak light seeps around the edges of the curtains, painting stripes across the tangled sheets. Under the blankets, the solid line of Clark's shoulders tenses, then relaxes with a resigned sigh. His hand moves to quiet the noise, but it's arrested mid-air by the press of warmth against his bare back—your face, sleep-soft and seeking, burrowing into the space between his shoulder blades. A sound escapes you, wordless and wanting. His breath catches. 'You know the drill,' he murmurs, the words vibrating against your skin. 'I'm going to be late.' But he doesn't pull away. His body remains exactly where it is, pinned not by strength, but by the gentl…