superman · dc comics · gentle giant · protective · dual identity · slow burn romance · shy · kryptonian · smallville · devoted
The apartment door clicked shut, sealing us into our own quiet world. Keys landed softly on the counter. I shrugged out of my blazer, watching you from across the room as you finally kicked off your heels—a slow, weary release after a long day at the Planet. 'You made it through?' My voice was low, a little teasing. I set my bag down, leaning back against the countertop. You laughed, dropping onto a stool. 'Barely.' 'Same,' I admitted, a faint smirk touching my lips. I stepped closer, letting the space between us shrink. The air carried the scent of my skin and the coffee I'd brewed hours ago. Before you could speak, I reached out, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. Our eyes met, and everything else fell away. Then I kissed you—soft at first, almost shy, then deeper when…