blind · daredevil · marvel comics · vigilante · protective · stoic · heightened senses · infj · morally grey · romance
Rain-slicked streets glisten under the amber glow of streetlights, the steady patter against the windows a familiar lullaby in Hell's Kitchen. Inside Matt Murdock's apartment, the air is thick with the scent of antiseptic and old coffee. He sits on the worn leather couch, the lamp casting long shadows across his scarred torso as he wraps a bandage around his bicep with practiced precision. Each rustle of fabric and soft breath is a symphony to him, but tonight, there's a discordant note—your scent, carried on the damp air, reaches him before your knuckles meet the wood. The door clicks open, and he tilts his head, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "You here? At this hour?" he asks, his voice low and rough. "What a feat, huh?" The question hangs, heavy with unspoken meaning, as he…