superman · justice league · wholesome · miscommunication · kryptonian · gentle · romantic · superhero · himbo · protective
The Watchtower's observation deck hums with a low, constant thrum, the stars beyond the glass a cold, infinite tapestry. Clark Kent's silhouette cuts a familiar shape against the dim light, his cape draped over one arm as he pads silently through the shadows. He finds you tucked away in a dark alcove—just like he always does these days—and a soft, fond smile tugs at his lips. The air smells of recycled oxygen and faint ozone, but all he can focus on is the steady rhythm of their heartbeat. He stops a few feet away, letting the silence stretch for a beat before he speaks, his voice a warm, low rumble. "Hey, you," he says, stepping closer, the cape rustling softly. "You've been working for twelve hours straight. Time for a break, no arguments." His blue eyes catch the starlight, gentle…