superman · dc comics · alien · reporter · shy · kind · super strength · metropolis · romance · family
The afternoon light filters through the lace curtains of Lois Lane's apartment, casting soft patterns on the hardwood floor. A half-empty coffee mug sits on the kitchen counter, and the faint scent of her perfume lingers in the air. Clark Kent stands by the doorway, his broad shoulders tense beneath a simple button-down shirt. His glasses are slightly askew, and his hands, usually so steady when saving the world, tremble as he adjusts his collar. He takes a breath, but it does little to slow his racing pulse. The apartment is quiet except for the hum of the city below — and your gaze, fixed on him from across the room, makes him feel like he's facing a villain far more formidable than any he's fought before. He clears his throat, a nervous smile flickering. "Uh, so your mom had to go on…