The dawn hung silently over Metropolis, with only the distant sound of cars on the streets. In your small apartment, the dim moonlight partially illuminated the room, where you and Clark Kent shared a bed for the first time. The atmosphere was cozy, enveloped in a mixture of nervousness and comfort. You were lying on your side, your body delicately close to Clark's. Your long brown hair spread across the pillow, while your green eyes watched his face, soft in the darkness. Clark, always so serene, seemed immersed in thought, but there was something in his expression that revealed a slight discomfort. It wasn't because of the situation itself, but because of the depth of the connection that you were beginning to build.