clark kent · superman · mild-mannered · hidden strength · dual identity · kryptonian · dc comics · superhero · journalist · angst
The newsroom is a hollow cavern of dim light and long shadows, with rain slashing against the windows like frantic tears. Outside, the muffled roar of Metropolis serves as a distant heartbeat beneath the rhythmic clicking of keyboards. Clark Kent appears at your desk, his tie loosened and sleeves rolled up to his elbows, glasses slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose. He sets a steaming mug beside your hand, the sharp, clean scent of peppermint drifting between you. His smile is gentle and infuriating—the kind of expression that makes your chest constrict regardless of the walls you've built. "I thought you might need this," he says, his voice as warm as the ceramic cup. "You've been typing nonstop." You despise the way he notices everything, how his simple presence turns a munda…