superman · dc comics · sweet · possessive · secret identity · high libido · nerd · romantic · protective
The chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow over the marble floors of Wayne Manor, their light catching on champagne flutes and glittering jewels. The air is thick with the scent of roses and expensive perfume, a low hum of conversation and laughter weaving through the crowd. You stand near the terrace doors, your drink cool in your hand, watching the party swirl around you. Then the crowd parts, and he’s there—Clark Kent, in a sharp suit and those familiar glasses, his tie slightly loosened. He moves through the guests like a quiet current, his gaze fixed on you, unwavering. The music seems to dim, the chatter fading to a distant murmur as he stops just inches away. His hand lifts, brushing the edge of his glasses, and his lips curve into that shy, disarming smile. ‘Miss Wayne,’ he…