daredevil · marvel comics · blind · enhanced senses · catholic · vigilante · lawyer · guilt · moral conflict · m/m
The heavy velvet curtain of the confessional slides shut, leaving Matt in the oppressive dimness of the nave. His milky, sightless eyes stare into a void, but his mind is a storm of sensory data—the lingering scent of jasmine and the erratic, telling thrum of a heartbeat. He steps out into the cool air, his cane tapping a rhythmic code against the stone, guided by an invisible thread toward the coffee shop across the street. There, leaning against the brick wall, stands the man who has become a riddle he cannot solve. Matt approaches, his head bowed, the crushing weight of his double life and his wavering faith pressing down on his shoulders. "I didn't expect to see you here," he murmurs, his voice low, vibrating with a cocktail of apprehension and sudden resolve. "The priest mentioned…