Imagine Book 2

Secrets Between Us- Clark Kent (Man of Steel)

Fem Y/N

𝕾𝖒𝖚𝖙 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌

The buzz of the Daily Planet's office party was a low, humming cacophony that filled the room. Y/N Lane stood by the refreshment table, fingers fidgeting with the stem of her wine glass, her eyes scanning the room until they inevitably landed on him.

Clark Kent.

He was standing near Perry White, towering over everyone in his mild-mannered way, a polite smile gracing his handsome face. His glasses slipped slightly down his nose as he nodded at whatever Perry was saying. Y/N knew those glasses weren't just for show—they served their purpose well, blurring the line between Superman and the reserved journalist Clark Kent. But to her, there was no hiding who he really was. She knew every curve of his jaw, every timbre in his voice, and every secret in his heart. And, most importantly, she knew he was hers.

Not that anyone else could know that.

Y/N's lips tightened as her gaze shifted to Lois Lane, her older sister, who was hovering near Clark like a moth to a flame. Lois leaned closer than necessary, tossing her hair and laughing at jokes Y/N knew Clark wasn't even making. He was polite as always, but Y/N could see the subtle way his shoulders stiffened when Lois touched his arm. He wasn't interested, but that didn't stop Lois from trying.

"Having fun?" Jimmy Olsen asked, snapping Y/N out of her brooding thoughts. He was holding a camera, as always, and grinning like the party was the highlight of his week.

"Loads," Y/N said, plastering on a smile. She raised her glass in mock cheer, then took a long sip.

Jimmy chuckled. "You look like you're about to stab someone with that wine glass. Let me guess—Lois and Clark?"

Y/N's heart skipped. She swallowed her sip a little too fast. "What? No. Why would you say that?"

Jimmy shrugged, his grin widening. "Come on, Y/N. Lois is practically in his lap, and you've been shooting death glares her way all night."

"I have not," she said, her voice a little sharper than intended. She softened it with a laugh. "You're imagining things, Jimmy."

"Sure, sure." He gave her a wink before wandering off to snap pictures of the event. Y/N exhaled and tried to calm her racing thoughts. She needed to play it cool. No one could know about her and Clark, not even Jimmy, as harmless as he seemed.

Across the room, Lois laughed again, throwing her head back like Clark had just told the funniest joke in the world. Y/N's grip on her glass tightened. The rational part of her brain knew it wasn't Lois's fault. Lois didn't know about her and Clark. How could she? They'd gone to great lengths to keep their relationship a secret.

But watching her sister flirt shamelessly with the man Y/N loved—it was starting to wear on her.

It hadn't been an easy decision to keep things under wraps. When she and Clark first realized there was something more than friendship between them, they'd had countless late-night talks about what it would mean. Clark was protective, almost to a fault. He worried about what would happen if anyone found out—about her safety, about how Lois would react, about whether it would change the way people looked at him.

Y/N, for her part, had been reluctant too, but for different reasons. Lois was her sister, and they were close, even if they butted heads sometimes. The last thing Y/N wanted was to hurt her. But she couldn't ignore the pull she felt toward Clark, the way he made her feel safe and seen in a way no one else ever had.

The first time he kissed her, she'd felt like the world had stopped spinning. They'd been alone in the office late one night, the city lights twinkling outside the window as they worked on a story together. She couldn't even remember what they'd been talking about; all she remembered was the way he'd looked at her, his blue eyes so full of warmth and longing. And then, suddenly, his lips were on hers, and nothing else mattered.