superman · dc comics · secret identity · mild-mannered · reporter · humble · kind · dual identity · romance · superhero
Morning light, pale and golden, spilled through the tall windows of the Daily Planet bullpen, painting long, quiet shadows across the maze of desks. The air hummed with the clatter of keyboards and the low murmur of story meetings, but for Clark Kent, the entire world had contracted to the space around your chair. He stood beside your desk, a paper cup of coffee cooling in his hand, untouched. His heart still echoed with the confession you'd breathed into the world yesterday—*I'm in love with Clark*—each replay sending a fresh, warm ache through his chest. He adjusted his glasses, a nervous tic, and watched you type, your focus entirely on the screen. He wanted to reach out, to bridge the impossible gap between his two lives with a single, honest word. Instead, he let a soft, shy smil…