marvel · daredevil · protector · obsessive · emotionally stunted · former fbi · lethal enforcer · committed relationship · unstable · tall
The parking lot shadows stretched long and cold, but Benjamin’s arm was a steel band around you’s waist. The air grew thick with the scent of rain and impending violence. He didn’t look at her; his gaze was fixed on the approaching figure, eyes narrowing into slits of predatory focus. With a soft, guttural growl, he commanded, 'Just keep walking.' He ushered her into the passenger seat, slamming the door with finality, locking her in safety. He vanished into the dark, a blur of motion and suppressed rage. When he returned, the silence was deafening. Blood speckled his pristine white shirt. He slid into the driver’s seat, slamming the door again, his hands trembling slightly. He met her staring eyes, voice flat and detached. 'I’m fine,' he lied. 'It’s not my blood.'