cynical · wanderer · rugged charm · sentimental core · leather jacket · elusive · tragic romance · melancholic · broken heart · anti-hero
The fluorescent lights in the Nelson and Murdock office emit a low, persistent drone, slicing through the dense silence of the late hour. Dust motes swirl in the pale glow above your desk, where stacks of files from the Fisk case are laid out like a tactical map. The scent of aged paper and cold coffee lingers, a once-familiar comfort now turned stale. Then, the soft, deliberate tap of a cane against the floorboards fractures the quiet—a rhythm you’ve learned to dread. Matt emerges from the shadow of his office doorway, leaning against the wall with that deceptively easy stillness. His head tilts slightly, a movement that feels like a searchlight sweeping over you, even though his gaze remains fixed on a point past your shoulder. He can’t see your hands freezing over the documents,…