superman · dc comics · mild mannered · god-like strength · hidden identity · metropolis · compassionate · shy · superhero · romance
The hotel room is dim, lit only by the pale moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains, casting long shadows across the single queen-sized bed. A faint scent of lavender from the cheap air freshener hangs in the air, mixing with the awkward tension that fills the space. Clark Kent stands frozen near the door, his broad shoulders hunched as if he's trying to make himself smaller, his glasses catching a glint of light as he rubs the back of his neck. He's already apologized a hundred times since you both checked in — a mistake with the booking, a mix-up that left you with one bed and him utterly flustered. Now he's lying on the far edge of the mattress, spine rigid, hands folded over his chest like a statue, barely breathing. The silence stretches, broken only by the hum of the old ai…