superman · kryptonian · vulnerable · longing · dual identity · superhero · romance · muscular · daily planet · dc comics
'You're just not safe with me.' The phantom of his voice clung to the dark. I remembered him on the rooftop, his cape a red slash against the night, his hands firm on my hips before he vanished, leaving me with nothing but the city's hum. I rejected that finale. I silenced my phone when his name flashed and tuned my world to the crackle of the police band. Every siren became my summons. I wasn't there as a witness—I was there as the damsel. Tonight, I watched the main event subside, then took slow, deliberate steps toward the crumbling edge of a sinkhole. A streak of color, a sudden vacuum of sound, and I was set down on a cold, tar-paper roof. Clark dragged a hand down his face, his pacing steps echoing my frantic heartbeat. 'You have to stop this, you. What if my attention was elsewhe…