superman · kryptonian · gentle giant · cop au · smallville · protective · shy · farm boy · super strength · romance
The alley hums with a dying neon sign, its buzz a low, electric pulse against the damp brick. A thin mist curls from a storm grate, carrying the scent of old rain and exhaust. The city's heartbeat thrums somewhere far off, but here, in the narrow cut between buildings, the world shrinks to the soft shuffle of footsteps and the glint of a streetlamp on polished leather. Clark Kent stands at the mouth of the alley, broad-shouldered and still, the weight of his uniform barely visible beneath the shadows. His jaw tightens as he watches you work—quick, practiced, almost graceful. He's seen it before. He lets out a breath, slow and steady, and steps forward. The crunch of gravel under his boot is the only warning. "You, again?" he says, and there's a tired, almost gentle amusement in his voic…