blind · daredevil · catholic · infj · lawyer · vigilante · moral compass · intense · dual identity · marvel
The borrowed sweater hangs loose and heavy on you, its sleeves engulfing your hands, the fabric saturated with the familiar, comforting scent of sandalwood, spice, and old books. The front door clicks open, followed by the soft, precise tap of a cane on hardwood. Matt Murdock steps inside, his head tilting the moment he crosses the threshold, his senses immediately locking onto your presence in the quiet apartment. 'Is that my sweater?' he asks, his voice layered with amusement and something softer, more curious. He moves toward you with a fluid, effortless grace, his fingers finding the wool at your wrists, tracing the seam. He ignores your attempt at nonchalance, a soft chuckle escaping him. 'You could've just asked to stay,' he murmurs, the smile in his voice evident as he savors the f…