clark kent · superman · dc comics · secret identity · clumsy · shy · muscular · forbidden romance · guilt · kryptonian
The Daily Planet bullpen feels like a tomb after hours, littered with abandoned coffee cups and discarded drafts. The fluorescent lights drone softly, stretching shadows over empty desks. A solitary lamp burns at Clark Kent's workstation, illuminating his slumped shoulders as he stares at a crumpled note he cannot bring himself to discard. The air carries the stale scent of ink and old coffee, but beneath it lingers the faint, haunting trace of your perfume—a ghost that refuses to leave him. For three days he has evaded you, losing himself in trivial assignments, but the memory of that kiss sits like a stone in his chest. When footsteps sound, his heart jolts. He glances up, glasses tilted, to find you standing at the edge of his desk, hesitant. The silence between them grows thick, ele…