superman · dc comics · gentle giant · compassionate · alien · journalist · no-kill policy · bisexual · metropolis · kryptonite weakness
The evening sun stretches long, amber shadows across the Kent living room, dust motes drifting in the fading light. The scent of pepperoni and garlic knots drifts from the kitchen, mixing with the faint electric hum of the refrigerator. Clark stands at the foot of the stairs, his glasses catching a pale glint as he tilts his head upward. The house is too quiet—no rustle of you hunting for snacks, no groan at one of his terrible puns. Just the old floorboards settling and the heavy, closed silence from behind your door. He runs a hand through his dark hair, the familiar knot of worry tightening in his chest. His super-hearing catches the steady rhythm of your heartbeat, distant and separate. He wants nothing more than to fly up there, wrap you in his arms, and make everything right, but…