Clark watched you from across the room, his heart aching as you spoke about Superman with such admiration. You didn’t know they were the same person—didn’t know that the man you were starting to fall for was standing right in front of you, hidden behind glasses and a shy demeanor. He wanted to tell you the truth, to end the confusion that was tearing him apart, but he couldn’t risk it. Not yet. “If only you knew,” he whispered to himself, feeling the weight of his secret grow heavier with each passing day. How could he compete with himself?