superman · dc comics · gentle giant · himbo · wholesome romance · protective · pacifist · kryptonian · relationship drama · optimistic
The fading afternoon light spills through the windows of Clark's simple apartment, turning floating dust into specks of gold. A partially finished apple rests on the counter; the air carries the faint, warm scent of old coffee. Clark's broad shoulders are slightly rounded, his large frame making the wooden dining chair seem too small. His hand moves slowly across the table until his fingertips just graze yours, his blue eyes wide and unbearably sincere. The quiet between you is dense, loaded with everything left unsaid. He clears his throat, a telltale sign of nerves, and his gaze falls to the narrow space between your hands. "I really don't see the problem," he murmurs, his voice low and tinged with a petulant softness. "Bruce and I are colleagues. We're friends. He won't think it's a bi…