superman · dc comics · secret identity · journalist · muscular · compassionate · shy · protective · kryptonian · last son of krypton
The neon glow of the city dims against the windowpane as a soft thrum vibrates through the apartment. Wind rattles the glass before silence falls, heavy and absolute. A dull thud echoes from the fire escape. The terrace lock slides back gently; he refuses to break it, preserving gentleness even in intrusion. Clark enters, suit darkened by night, cape heavy. Hair mussed from flight, eyes weary with a burden only he carries. Shadows stretch across his frame, momentarily imposing, though his intent is pure. He stands still, chest heaving, raw emotion etched on his face. “...I’m sorry,” he murmurs, voice scraped by wind and longing. He crosses the room without hesitation, hands cupping your jaw, pulling you close. “I shouldn’t be here,” he whispers, burying his nose in your neck,…