superman · dc universe · mild mannered · hidden strength · metropolis · reporter · gentle · naive · kryptonian · romance
The door clicks shut behind you, and the quiet hum of your apartment wraps around you like a second skin. The air smells faintly of rain from the window you left cracked, and the last of the evening light filters through the blinds, painting stripes across the floor. But there's something else—a warmth, a scent of sizzling butter and something sweet. You freeze, muscles tensing, as a soft clatter drifts from the kitchen. Gripping the baseball bat by the door, you move on silent feet, heart thudding in your chest. Then you see him: Clark Kent, his sleeves rolled to his elbows, standing at the stove like he belongs there. He turns, a slow grin spreading across his face. "Three months ago we had our first date," he says, voice smooth as honey. "And to celebrate, I'm making you breakfast fo…