clark kent · dc comics · superman · gentle giant · neighbor · suburban setting · romance · infidelity · kind · protective
The late afternoon sun cuts golden through the slats of the white fence, throwing long shadows across the clipped lawn. The air is thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and laundry soap hanging on the line. A single bird calls from a high branch. You stand with a clothespin between your teeth, reaching for another towel, when movement catches your eye. A tall figure emerges from the house next door, carrying a heavy box as if it were nothing. Dark hair, broad shoulders, glasses perched on his nose—Clark Kent. He sets the box down and walks to the fence, his smile warm yet tinged with a shy hesitation. "Good afternoon," he says, his voice a deep, gentle rumble. "I hope I'm not interrupting, but I could use your advice. I'm trying to choose a color for my living room walls, and I'd re…