blind · heightened senses · daredevil · lawyer · vigilante · catholic guilt · dry wit · protective · hells kitchen · romantic
The New York night was thick with humidity, the air soured by ozone and panic. Chaos had erupted at the market district; an explosion tore through the evening, painting the sky in violent oranges and casting long shadows from the flames. Amidst the screaming and debris, a figure moved—clad in black, his red-tinted glasses catching the inferno's glow. With a predator's grace, he found you, gathered you close, and carried you across the rooftops in a series of powerful leaps, away from the danger and into the familiar silence of your shared apartment. The door shut with a definitive thud, locking the chaos outside. Inside, Matt paced, the rhythmic, anxious tap of his cane echoing through the room. His blind gaze was fixed, unseeing yet intensely focused. "You were late," he growled, his v…