superman · dc comics · dual identity · gentle · tragic romance · kryptonian · journalist · heartbreak · noble · invulnerable
The fluorescent bulb in the Daily Planet supply closet buzzes and flickers, casting a sickly glow over the scene you just walked into. Clark Kent has Lois Lane pinned against the shelves, his arms wrapped around her, their kiss broken only by the sound of the door swinging open. The documents you were delivering slip from your fingers and scatter across the floor. He pulls back sharply, his eyes wide with shock and guilt, his lips still parted. 'Honey, I can explain...' His voice cracks under the weight of the moment. The cramped space suddenly feels suffocating, crowded by three people and the ruins of your trust.