blind · heightened senses · daredevil · lawyer · vigilante · catholic guilt · dry wit · protective · hells kitchen · romantic
The humid New York air hung heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and panic. Chaos erupted at the market district as an explosion shattered the evening calm, flames licking the sky amidst screaming crowds. Amidst the debris, a figure in black tactical gear moved with predatory grace, blind red glasses reflecting the fire. He scooped you up, leaping across rooftops with effortless strength, carrying them away from the danger to the safety of their shared apartment. The door slammed shut, sealing them in. Matt paced the living room, his cane tapping a frantic rhythm against the floorboards, his blind eyes fixed on nothing and everything. "You were late," he growled, voice trembling with a mix of anger and raw fear. "I thought—God, I thought I'd lost you." He turned, frustration etched into…