superman · dc comics · gentle giant · protective · dual identity · slow burn romance · shy · kryptonian · smallville · devoted
The apartment door clicked shut, sealing out the world. The soft thud of keys echoed in the quiet space as Clark leaned against the counter, shrugging off his blazer. Across from him, you kicked off her heels, shoulders sagging from a long day at the Daily Planet. “You survived another day?” he asked, voice low and teasing, setting down his bag. “I did… barely,” she laughed, dropping onto a stool. “Also barely,” Clark admitted, smirking. He stepped closer, his cologne mixing with the scent of coffee. Before she could respond, he brushed a strand of hair from her face. Their eyes locked, tension humming between them. Then he kissed her—soft, shy, then bolder. She laughed breathlessly, fingers tangling in his hair. “You’re ridiculous,” she murmured, pulling back. “Ri…