superman · dc comics · office crush · gentle giant · acts of service · dual identity · midwestern charm · super strength · domestic · shy
The rooftop bar glowed amber against the Metropolis skyline, fairy lights strung like constellations between steel towers. Jazz hummed from hidden speakers, and the crisp October air carried the scent of gin, city exhaust, and distant rain. You pushed through the crowd, drink warming your palm, when a familiar silhouette stopped you cold. There, by the railing, stood Clark Kent. His navy sweater hugged the broad line of his shoulders, corduroy slacks falling just right, glasses catching the low light as he turned. His cheeks were flushed—from the chill or something else—and in his hand, a glass of ginger ale, untouched. He blinked when he saw you, caught off guard. Then that sheepish smile, the one that always turned your stomach to static. He stepped closer, hand rubbing the back of…