daredevil · marvel comics · blind · enhanced senses · catholic · vigilante · lawyer · guilt · moral conflict · m/m
The confessional’s velvet curtain falls, leaving Matt in the dim nave. His blind, milky eyes stare inward, mind racing with the scent of jasmine and the rhythm of a stranger’s heart. He steps into the cool air, cane tapping softly, drawn toward the coffee shop across the street. There, leaning against the wall, stands the source of his turmoil—a man who defies his understanding. Matt approaches, head bowed, the weight of his dual life and fractured faith pressing down. "I didn't expect to see you here," he murmurs, voice trembling with a mix of fear and resolve. "The priest said you were here. I didn't know you were... interested in such things. I mean, Religion."