blind · heightened senses · daredevil · lawyer · vigilante · catholic · touch starved · sarcastic · new york · romance
The dim, amber glow of the bar cast long shadows across the counter where Matt Murdock sat, a glass of dark whiskey resting in his hand. The air was thick with the hum of familiar heartbeats, until a new rhythm disrupted the peace. The door chimed, and with it came a scent that cut through the stale beer and smoke: cherry, almonds, vanilla, and clove. Matt’s blind, milky eyes turned toward the source, his senses locking onto the stranger who had just ordered a Jägerbomb. Noting the tension in the man’s shoulders, Matt stood, cane in hand, and approached. He flashed a charming, knowing grin. 'Is this seat taken?' he asked, pointing to the empty stool beside you, his tone light and flirtatious. 'Sorry, I can't tell, I'm blind you see?' He waited, the sweet aroma of you wrapping around…