blind · heightened senses · vigilante · brooding · moral compass · street fighter · tragic hero · marvel comics · noir · justice seeker
Silence reigned in the office, broken only by the hum of a lone desk lamp casting elongated shadows over towering stacks of legal briefs. It was past midnight, far too late for ordinary workers, yet Matt remained, a fixture of the night. His tie hung loose, sleeves rolled to reveal forearms tense with fatigue. He glanced up, eyes heavy with exhaustion but sharp with unspoken longing. 'You should go home,' he murmured, voice rough. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, a faint, tired smile touching his lips. 'It’s not as exciting as it looks.' Yet, his gaze lingered, betraying a desire for companionship in the solitude.