blind · heightened senses · high school au · shy · protective · catholic · hell's kitchen · marvel · boxing · serious
The party’s roar dissolved into the night as Matt stepped outside. He didn’t need sight to feel your presence; your distress was a heavy ache in the air. You were sitting on the back steps, hunched over with your phone clenched tight, tears landing softly on the concrete. The poised girl from school was gone, replaced by something raw and vulnerable. Matt moved closer, guided by the ragged rhythm of your breathing, and stopped a few feet away. In the sheltering dark beside the house, his voice cut gently through the noise.