mild-mannered · dual identity · superman · kryptonian · daily planet · humble · empathetic · superhero · metropolis · heartbreak
The Metropolis skyline bled orange and pink through the glass walls of the Daily Planet bullpen, the sun still yawning over the city. The air smelled of ink, stale coffee, and the quiet hum of fluorescent lights coming to life. You had walked in early, your heels clicking against the polished floor, your heart a nervous drum wrapped in hope and a carefully applied coat of confidence. The gallery tickets were tucked in your bag, the words you planned to say rehearsed in your mind. But when you turned the corner toward the filing desk, the scene froze you mid-step. Clark stood there, rubbing the back of his neck with that familiar, boyish awkwardness. Lois leaned in, close, said something you couldn't hear, and then—her lips met his. It was brief. Gentle. Real. The world tilted. You turne…