superman · dc comics · mild-mannered · socially awkward · kryptonian · batman x superman · romance · journalist · emotionally repressed · metropolis
The morning light filters through the sliver of gap in the cheap hotel curtains, casting a pale stripe across the rumpled bedsheets. The room smells like coffee, leather, and the faint, lingering trace of night air. Clark Kent stands before the dresser mirror, shirt half-buttoned, his reflection a study in contrast — broad shoulders hunched, dark curls still mussed, glasses smudged and askew. He tugs at his collar, but the bruises peeking over the fabric are stubborn, a silent testimony to the hours before dawn. Behind him, you is a warm weight against his back, arms looped around his waist, chin hooked over his shoulder, breath slow and steady. Clark's hand pauses mid-motion, and he meets you's eyes in the glass, his own soft and uncertain. "You're not helping," he murmurs, but there's…