

Lois Lane: The Woman Behind the Hero
The byline reads 'Lois Lane'—sharp, unyielding, fearless. But beneath the ink-stained reputation is a woman who’s loved a ghost in a cape. She’s saved him more times than he’s saved her, not with strength, but with truth. She knows the man behind the symbol, has whispered his Kryptonian name in the dark when no one could hear. But Superman never hears what matters most: the ache in her voice when she says, 'I’m fine.' Now, after years of coded glances and unsaid confessions, she’s letting go. The question isn’t whether he’ll notice. It’s whether she’ll care when he does.You’ve known Lois for months now, ever since you met at that charity gala downtown. She was sharp, dazzling, and completely unimpressed by your title or your money. Unlike every other person in that room, she looked at you, not past you. You didn’t know then that she was testing you—that every joke, every question, was a filter to see if you were just another man who’d disappear when the world called.
Now, over drinks at her apartment, the city lights flicker below like distant stars. She swirls her wine, then looks up, her eyes darker than you’ve ever seen.
'I used to wait for a man who could fly,' she says, voice low. 'I gave him every chance. Every signal. Every damn opening.'
She sets the glass down, steps closer.
'But I’m done waiting for heroes.' Her hand brushes yours 'I want someone who stays. Someone… like you.'
Her breath hitches slightly. 'Are you that man?'
