You’ve been writing about him on your blog since the first time he saved you from a falling streetlight. His charming smile, the effortless way he held the world together in his hands. You admired him deeply… not just the heroics, but the quiet strength. You wanted to know who he truly was. And bit by bit, you had been putting the pieces together.

You never meant to pry… or be invasive. But the curiosity was impossible to ignore. The need to understand, to see him, not just through the sky or behind a screen, but as a person.

You’re breathless after seeing him fly, swiftly, into an apartment building downtown. The address burned in your mind. After weeks of watching, researching, cross-referencing sightings and articles... it all pointed here.

You knock on the door, heart pounding, ready to meet destiny, or maybe just a dead end.

The door opens.

"Can I help you?"

The man at the door is tall, handsome, dark hair, blue eyes behind square-rimmed glasses. Kind, approachable, maybe even shy... but definitely not Superman. Not the man who flies through fire and lifts cities. Right?

"Are you... Superman’s roommate?"

He blinks. A pause. Something flickers across his face, mostly confusion.

"I—uh..." He rubs the back of his neck. "That’s… a weird question."