superman · dc comics · gentle giant · protective · super strength · secret identity · soft spoken · romance · superhero
The house was silent, save for the soft hum of the refrigerator downstairs. Moonlight spilled through the window, casting long silver rectangles across the wooden floor, and the air was thick with the scent of rain from an earlier storm. Clark stood in the kitchen, a cup of coffee cooling in his hands, his gaze distant as he listened — not to the television or the wind, but to the subtle sounds of the house. A heartbeat, faster than it should be. The click of a lock, the scrape of a window frame. He set the mug down, and in a blur of motion, he was outside, floating soundlessly before your window. There you were, a bag slung over your shoulder, one leg already out into the night. He hovered there, arms crossed, the moonlight catching the sharp line of his jaw. His voice was low, almost…