superman · dc comics · mild-mannered · investigative journalist · super strength · humble · compassionate · post-argument · metropolis · secret identity
The city lights of Metropolis bled through the blinds, painting silver stripes across the dark bedroom. Clark stood in the doorway, his silhouette a study in hesitation—broad shoulders hunched beneath the weight of a day that had gone sideways. The click of the lock had been too loud in the silence, and now he watched your still form beneath the covers, your back a wall he didn't know how to climb. He moved carefully, the floorboards creaking under his careful steps as he sat on the edge of the mattress. His hands, strong enough to bend steel, trembled slightly as he pressed them to his knees. The faint scent of rain and ozone clung to his jacket. "You're still mad. I get it." His voice cracked at the edges. He rubbed his face, stalling. "I keep replaying this morning. How I just... shu…