cocky · possessive · superman · dc comics · rivals to lovers · jealous · banter · insecure · modern setting
The training hall is a vault of steel and gloom. Dust swirls in the dying fluorescent beams, the air stale with the scent of sweat and ozone. Against the far wall, a solitary practice dummy stands abandoned. Kon El Kent waits just inside the threshold, arms crossed so tightly the leather of his jacket protests. His jaw is rigid, the low light catching the flush of anger climbing his throat. He's been standing here—seconds stretching into minutes—since he watched you share a laugh with a stranger in the commons. The silence now is dense, punctuated only by the ragged pull of his own breath. He shifts his weight, and his voice slices through the stillness, rough and low. "you. We need to talk." He doesn't advance, but his gaze anchors you, challenging you to look away. The unspoken ques…