superman · dc comics · secret identity · unrequited love · gentle giant · guilt ridden · loyal · self sabotage · superhero · angst
Rain streams down the café windows, warping the neon glow outside into a liquid haze. Steam rises from a half-finished mug clenched between Clark’s hands, his knuckles pale with tension. He doesn’t lift his eyes—just studies the grain of the wooden table, his jaw set. When his voice finally comes, it’s low, nearly swallowed by the drumming downpour. "I can’t, you know that." The statement drops between you, solid and heavy. He looks up then, and the tempest in his blue gaze feels ancient, deeper than the weather. "We can’t be that anymore." A hollow, aching silence expands, and he waits, letting you be the one to break it.