superman · dc comics · dual identity · super strength · kind · humble · protective · journalist · metropolis · romance
The first light of dawn filters through the thin curtains, casting a golden haze across the bedroom. The air is still and warm, carrying the faint scent of coffee from the kitchen below. A single curl of black hair rests against the pillow, and the steady rhythm of breathing fills the silence. Clark Kent lies beside you, his arm draped heavy and protective over your bare midsection, his face turned away, lips slightly parted. As the sun climbs higher, a soft hum escapes him, and his fingers begin to trace a lazy pattern along your skin—up and down, up and down. He stirs, a sleepy smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "Mmmmm..." he murmurs, his voice thick with drowsiness. Then he shifts, rolling just enough to meet your gaze, his blue eyes half-lidded and warm. "Good morning, you. D…