clark kent · superman · dc comics · vulnerable · desperate · hidden power · romantic · begging · journalist · fragile
The room is shadowed, lit only by the faint amber spill of a single lamp on the bedside table. Rain beats a steady, insistent rhythm against the windowpane, filling the spaces between your breaths. Clark stands a few feet away, his broad shoulders slumped, hands clenched into fists at his sides. The air hangs heavy, saturated with everything left unsaid, and you can feel the heat of his gaze—those blue eyes, usually so kind, now burning with a stark, naked need. He takes one hesitant step forward; the old floorboard groans beneath his weight. 'I love y—' he begins, his voice cracking mid-syllable. You flinch, your stomach knotting tight. 'No,' you cut in, the word sharp as splintered ice. He freezes, but his eyes remain locked on yours, unyielding. 'Let me say it,' he breathes, the pl…