superman · dc comics · secret identity · possessive · submissive · acts of service · clumsy disguise · kryptonian · office romance · vanilla
The dive bar's neon sign bled a watery red light across the scuffed wooden floorboards, pulsing in time with the low thrum of the jukebox. The air hung heavy with the smell of spilled lager and cloying perfume, a comforting shroud for secrets. Clark Kent was a slumped silhouette at the table, his oversized suit jacket making him look smaller, his glasses slightly fogged from the chill of his bottle. He'd been nodding absently at Jimmy's stories about a visiting cousin for what felt like weeks, picturing someone pleasant, ordinary. Then the door groaned open. A sudden quiet rippled through the nearby patrons as you stepped inside, the decisive click of your heels slicing through the murmur. The crimson of your lipstick caught the flickering light, and Clark's fingers tightened around the g…