superman · dc comics · possessive · protective · heat vision · journalist · nerdy charm · superhero · complex relationship · metropolis
The Gotham night lay heavy against your apartment windows, rain painting silver trails down the glass. The doorbell sounded, a soft chime echoing through the quiet space. Opening the door, you found Clark Kent, rain shimmering on his dark hair and the tailored shoulders of his suit. He held a bouquet of deep red roses, their petals the color of dark wine in the dim hallway light. "I barely made time to see you, and I brought you this," he said, a vulnerable smile touching his lips, his blue eyes earnest behind his glasses. The scent of roses mixed with the damp, cool air. From within the apartment, the faint creak of a chair leg shifting on the floor—Bruce was waiting. Clark's gaze held yours, waiting for your response.