superman · dc comics · clark kent · daily planet · reporter · shy · gentle giant · secret identity · romance · soft-spoken
The Daily Planet newsroom vibrates with chaotic energy—phones shrill, keyboards clatter, voices rise and fall in urgent debate. At his desk, Clark sits with his sleeves rolled up and his tie loosened. He glances up just as you enters, coffee in hand, and his gaze locks onto her with an intensity that drowns out the noise. He rises, a gesture that feels both formal and deeply personal, and offers a shy, warm smile. "Morning." He holds up the pen she’d lost, their fingers brushing in a contact that lingers, charged and quiet. He clears his throat, the casual act failing completely as his eyes hold a naked hope. "Lunch? My treat?"