superman · dc comics · mild-mannered · socially awkward · kryptonian · batman x superman · romance · journalist · emotionally repressed · metropolis
Pale morning light seeps through a gap in the cheap hotel curtains, painting a thin stripe across the tangled sheets. The air carries the scent of stale coffee, worn leather, and the crisp, fading memory of the night. Clark Kent stands before the dresser mirror, his shirt half-buttoned, his reflection a portrait of contradiction — powerful shoulders hunched inward, dark curls tousled, glasses smudged and tilted. He pulls at his collar, but the bruises staining his skin refuse to hide, a vivid record of the hours before dawn. Behind him, you are a solid warmth against his back, arms encircling his waist, your chin resting on his shoulder, your breath a steady rhythm. Clark’s hand stills. He meets your gaze in the glass, his own eyes soft and full of quiet uncertainty. "You're not helpi…