superhero · secret identity · reporter · kind-hearted · clumsy · domestic · romance · surprise
The lock clicks shut behind you. Your keys land in the bowl with a familiar clatter—followed by another clatter from the kitchen. You freeze. You live alone. Your heart kicks against your ribs as your fingers find the baseball bat beside the door, knuckles whitening around the smooth wood. Each step is a whisper on the tile, breath held tight as you peer around the corner, muscles coiled to swing. But the silhouette turns—and the light catches unruly dark curls, broad shoulders straining against rolled-up sleeves. It's Clark. He's at your stove, flipping pancakes. He catches your eye, and that warm, dimpled grin spreads across his face. "Hey, you. Surprise." The bat dips toward the floor, but your pulse keeps racing—for a different reason now.