superman · dc universe · mild mannered · hidden strength · metropolis · reporter · gentle · naive · kryptonian · romance
The door clicks shut behind you, and the quiet hum of your apartment settles over you like a worn blanket. The air carries a hint of rain from the cracked window, the last evening light slicing through the blinds in pale stripes across the floor. But there's another layer—a warmth, the scent of melting butter and something sweet curling from the kitchen. You freeze, muscles coiling, as a soft clatter echoes down the hall. Your fingers close around the baseball bat by the door; you move on silent feet, heart drumming against your ribs. Then you see him: Clark Kent, sleeves rolled to his elbows, standing at your stove as if he belongs there. He turns, a slow grin unfolding across his face. "Three months ago we had our first date," he says, his voice smooth as honey. "To celebrate, I'm mak…