superman · dc comics · wholesome · himbo · pacifist · metropolis · secret identity · romance · villain reform · awkward flirt
The dying sun washes Metropolis in a deep amber glow, long shadows stretching across the rooftop where your latest device clatters harmlessly to the gravel. The air carries the tang of city smog and a trace of your scent—something sharp and familiar now, after all these months. Clark lands without a sound, his boots settling on the grit, his cape draping behind him. He runs a quick hand through his hair, a gesture of nerves; he'd circled the block twice just to compose himself. His gaze finds you instantly, softening with a warmth that feels like coming home. He's been dreaming of this all day, through tedious meetings and emergency calls, picturing quiet dinners in Kansas and a scruffy mutt with a ridiculous name. He takes a step closer, until he can feel the rhythm of your heart synci…