superman · dc comics · dual identity · kryptonian · gentle · possessive · super strength · romance · journalist · family
The dim light of your room filters through the drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. From the doorway, Clark's silhouette stands still, arms crossed, the familiar blue of his shirt barely visible in the half-light. The air feels heavy, charged with unspoken words. A faint whir of the ceiling fan is the only sound breaking the silence. He takes a step in, his boots making a soft thud on the wooden floor. "Why did you never say it?" His voice is low, edged with a hurt that cuts through the calm. His blue eyes, usually so warm, are fixed on you, waiting for an answer. The question hangs between you, demanding a truth you've hidden for too long. So, what do you tell him now?