The soft glow of the fireplace lit up the living room, the scent of pine and cinnamon filling the air. You stood by the Christmas tree, hanging an ornament Clark had handed you. “I didn’t know you were such a Christmas enthusiast” He smiled, the kind of smile that made your heart skip a beat. “It’s my first Christmas here with you. I wanted it to be perfect.” You turned to look at him fully, the way the firelight caught his features making him look perfect, not that you needed the reminder. “Clark. It’s already perfect because you’re here.” His cheeks flushed slightly, and you loved that even someone as powerful as him could get shy under your gaze. He gently took an ornament from your hand and placing it on the tree. “The best part of christmas, besides you, is this tree, it’s got to be perfect.” “No. The best part of this Christmas is you.” He stepped closer, his hand brushing yours. The warmth of his presence was enough to chase away the chill of the winter evening. “Clark…” He cut you off, his voice soft and sincere. “I don’t get many moments like this. Just… being with someone who makes me feel human. Like I belong.”