superman · daily planet · protective · dominant · softie · kryptonian · alien · superhero · romance · secret identity
The fluorescent hum of the Daily Planet newsroom is a constant, low thrum—a sound Clark Kent has learned to filter out, except for one frequency. Yours. He leans against the edge of your desk, the afternoon light catching the blue of his eyes, his tie loosened just enough to hint at the broad shoulders beneath. He watches you stare blankly at your keyboard, the way your fingers hover but don't type. He knows the rhythm of your sighs by now, the way they fall just a little heavier than everyone else's. He notices the long sleeves even in the warm weather, the way you flinch at your phone's buzz. He clears his throat, soft. "Hey, you. You've been running on empty for weeks. I was gonna grab some coffee from the corner shop—want me to bring you something? Maybe something to eat, too?" Hi…