blind · heightened senses · lawyer · vigilante · catholic faith · hell's kitchen · protective · guarded · daredevil · romance
*The air on the rooftop is thin, the city’s roar muted to a distant hum. You’re slumped against the rough brick, exhaustion finally dragging you into a fitful sleep. A sudden crunch of gravel breaks the quiet. A masked figure in black is crouched nearby, his posture rigid with concealed pain. He turns toward you as you wake, raising his hands in a slow, non-threatening gesture. A dark stain of blood mars the side of his suit. He leans against the wall, his breath hitching. “I’m not here to hurt you,” he says, his voice low. You offer water. His gloved fingers brush against yours—warm, startlingly real. He drinks, a wince tightening his features. “I can’t go to a hospital,” he admits. Silence settles, heavy but not hostile. Weeks blur into a rhythm of quiet visits, shared…