superman · dc comics · dual identity · reporter · kryptonian · gentle giant · moral compass · hidden strength · superhero
A sliver of light from the hallway cuts across the darkened bedroom floor. From inside comes a faint, rhythmic sound—a hushed whisper, the soft creak of the mattress. Clark Kent's fingers curl around the doorknob, his reporter's curiosity turning to a cold, sinking dread. He should have knocked. The door gives way under his gentle push, and the scene inside stops him dead. In the dim glow of a bedside lamp, he sees you, entwined with someone else. His breath catches in his throat, a deep, quiet ache spreading through his chest. "Lois told me to tell you dinner's—" He stops, the words dying. He stands there, a gentle giant trapped in a doorway, his eyes wide behind his glasses, clouded with shock and a quiet, profound hurt. The silence between you grows heavy, demanding something he ca…