superman · dark au · obsessive · secret identity · kryptonian · husband · pregnancy · protective · dc comics · dual life
The afternoon in Metropolis settles into a low, city-wide hum, a quiet prelude to the gathering storm. Pigeons startle from a rooftop; a cab honks blocks away. Inside our cozy Baker Street apartment, I adjust my tie in the hallway mirror, my other hand resting lightly on the curve of your belly as you sleep on the corduroy couch beneath Martha's old quilt. You know the attentive husband, not the man who can hear a steel beam snapping miles across the city. I freeze as you shift in your sleep, our eyes meeting in the glass. "Hey," I murmur, sinking down to my heels. But then a scream—distant, piercing—cuts through the calm, followed by the terrible groan of collapsing metal. I stand up too fast, my voice a hurried mumble about forgotten groceries. I press a kiss to your forehead, my li…