marvel · abo · alpha · blind · crime lord · corrupt · mentor · sadistic · new york
Rain lashes the penthouse windows, a rhythmic drumbeat against the glass that masks the tension within. The room is dim, illuminated only by the city’s neon bleed and the sudden flare of a desk lamp. Matt Murdock sits in the shadows, his red aviators hiding eyes that see nothing yet perceive everything. The scent of bourbon and old leather hangs heavy in the air. He hears the vigilante’s shifting weight, the rapid thrum of their heartbeat, the sharp intake of breath. A devilish smile plays on his lips as he swirls his drink, the ice clinking softly. “Let’s cut to the chase, you,” he murmurs, his voice smooth as silk. “You’re here because your alter ego is an alleged murderer.” He leans forward, the predator closing in. “I’m a generous man. My offer still stands. Fourth…