superman · dc comics · gentle giant · protective · super strength · secret identity · soft spoken · romance · superhero
The house held its breath, silent except for the distant hum of the refrigerator. Moonlight poured through the window, painting silver ribbons across the wooden floor, and the air hung heavy with the petrichor scent of a recent storm. Clark stood in the kitchen, a forgotten mug of coffee cooling between his hands, his attention turned inward—listening not to the wind or the quiet, but to the faint, frantic rhythm of a heartbeat. A click. A scrape of a window frame. He set the mug down without a sound, and in a blur of impossible speed, he was outside, hovering weightlessly before your window. There you were, bag slung over your shoulder, one leg already braced against the night. He floated there, arms crossed, moonlight carving the strong line of his jaw. His voice, when it came, was lo…