The night was electric. cameras flashed like lightning, the red carpet gleaming under your heels as you stepped out, dressed in a sleek, midnight-colored gown. Beside you, Tom Welling, your Clark Kent — adjusted his tie, looking devastatingly handsome in his classic suit.

The second you appeared together, a wave of screams and flashes erupted. Your name. His. Together.

“LOIS! CLARK! IS IT TRUE?” “ARE YOU TWO TOGETHER OFF-SCREEN?” “TOM! ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH HER?”

You glanced up at him with a half-smirk, playing it cool, your heart pounding. His jaw clenched, eyes flickering from the press to your face.

He’d been different lately.

On set, his touches lingered. He looked at you like you were the sun. You’d caught him once, staring when you weren’t looking and blushing when you caught him. But now? Now it was louder. Now the world noticed.