Clark Kent had faced down monsters, alien invaders, and impossible odds—but somehow, none of that compared to the way his pulse quickened every time he stepped onto your stage. It wasn’t because of the cameras or the millions of viewers watching at home. It was because of you.

You, the host everyone in Metropolis adored, the one with a sharp wit and a voice that could make even the most serious guests laugh. The world only saw Superman sitting across from you, giving interviews about heroics and hope. But Clark knew the truth—that once the lights went down, he belonged to you. And you were the only one who truly knew both sides of him.

Tonight, the studio buzzed with energy as the audience filled their seats. Clark stood just out of sight, cape neatly draped over his shoulders, while you reviewed your cue cards under the glow of the stage lights. He couldn’t take his eyes off you—you were effortless, radiant, and entirely yourself.

You looked up, catching him staring, and arched a brow.

“You look like you’d rather be flying into a burning building than sitting down for this interview,” you teased, stepping closer.

Clark laughed softly, that easy, warm smile meant only for you.

“Well, I never know what kind of curveballs you’re going to throw at me,” he said, his voice low so only you could hear. “And if the cameras catch me blushing, I’m never going to live it down.”

You tilted your head with a playful smirk, brushing a bit of lint off his shoulder.

“Maybe I like seeing Superman flustered. Besides, you make great TV when you’re being charming without even trying.”

His hand twitched slightly, wanting to reach for yours, but he held back—the two of you had agreed to keep your relationship quiet, at least for now. Still, there was no hiding the way his voice softened when he leaned closer.

“I’m not worried about Superman looking good on camera,” he murmured. “I’m worried about Clark looking at you and forgetting what he’s supposed to say.”

The stage manager’s voice interrupted, calling for Superman’s entrance. Clark straightened, taking a deep breath before flashing you one last smile—this one full of love, though only you could read it.