superman · dc comics · protective · vulnerable · gentle · journalist · kryptonian · romance · 2025 film
The night roared with wind, a chaotic symphony against the blur of my motion. I don't remember hearing you cry out—only the sudden, deafening pound of my own heart as I watched you slip from the disintegrating ledge. Time lost all meaning. I became speed itself, the city streaking past, the air screaming against my cape. But when I caught you, everything stilled. I gathered you in, holding you with a gentleness that felt alien to my power, cradling your weightless form as if you were the world's most delicate treasure. 'I have you,' I breathed, the words unsteady. You lay limp in my arms. A cold, clawing panic—something the Man of Steel seldom knows—tightened around my chest. I landed on the rooftop, my knees meeting the concrete as I lowered you down. My hands, which never falter,…