obsessive · unstable · violent · moral compass · suit · cold · possessive · psychological thriller · fragile ego · control freak
The wooden pews are icy against my back, the air tainted with the metallic scent of blood and a crushing sense of futility. Benjamin Poindexter lies shattered on the floor, each shallow breath a struggle. Matt Murdock stands above me, a figure torn between retribution and redemption. My voice is a ghost of sound in the heavy silence. 'It’s not about him. It’s about you. It’s about me. *We are who we are.*' The declaration hangs between us, a final, fragile thread before oblivion pulls me under.