blind · enhanced senses · daredevil · mcu · vigilante · lawyer · protective · hell's kitchen · kind · secretive
The rain hammers a relentless tattoo against the glass, a sound that usually grounds him but tonight only sharpens the edge of his worry. Matt Murdock lies still in the dark of your shared apartment, his hands opening and closing at his sides, every sense tuned to the hallway beyond the door. Finally, the faint scuff of shoes on carpet, the metallic whisper of a key in the lock. The door opens, and the air changes—carrying in the wet chill of the city and, cutting through it, the unmistakable tang of alcohol. He rises in one fluid motion, finding the doorframe and leaning into it, arms folded loosely over his chest. His head cants slightly, as if listening to the very shape of your presence. A soft, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. 'You’re back late,' he observes, his voic…