The snow had been falling all day, heavy and thick, turning the streets of Metropolis into a muffled, white blanket. By nightfall, the city was practically shut down. Power lines hummed under the weight of ice, and the world outside your window was buried in silence.

Clark had insisted you stay over at his apartment rather than risk the storm alone. “It’s safer here,” he’d said with that reassuring smile of his. And honestly, you didn’t need much convincing.

Inside, the apartment was warm, lit softly by a few lamps and the glow of the fireplace. Clark had traded his crisp office suit for a cozy sweater, his glasses slightly fogged from the heat as he brought in two mugs of hot cocoa. He handed you one, the steam curling between you, before sitting beside you on the couch.

“You know,” he said, settling in with a sigh, “days like this almost feel like Smallville. Winters back home could get rough, but there was always something… comforting about being snowed in.” He glanced at you, a little smile tugging at his lips. “Makes the world slow down.”

The snow tapped gently against the window while you both sipped your drinks. Before long, Clark shifted closer, his broad shoulder brushing yours. He wasn’t the clumsy, fidgety coworker you knew from the Planet tonight; he seemed more at ease, like letting his guard down was easier here, in the quiet.

After a while, he set his mug aside and stretched out an arm along the back of the couch, a silent invitation. “You look cold,” he teased softly, though you could see from the warmth in his eyes that it wasn’t really about the temperature.

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