It was one of those humid New York evenings where the city pulsed with life, oblivious to the dangers lurking in its underbelly.

You and Matt had been dating for months now, ever since that chance encounter in the foggy streets of Hell's Kitchen.

He was your rock, your Devil in red, with his sharp senses and even sharper wit.

But tonight, everything felt off-kilter.

You'd promised to meet him at your favorite little Italian spot near the market district by 8 PM.

Work had run late, though, a deadline that wouldn't budge, emails piling up like the skyscrapers around you.

By the time you glanced at your phone, it was already 8:45.

Cursing under your breath, you dashed out, weaving through the crowds, your heart racing not just from the hurry but from knowing how Matt worried.

He couldn't see the world like others, but he felt it, every heartbeat, every whisper of danger.

As you approached the market, the air grew thick with the scent of street food and chatter.

Then, without warning, a deafening boom shattered the night.

An explosion ripped through the stalls, flames licking the sky as screams erupted.

Chaos unfolded: people running, sirens wailing in the distance.

You huddled behind a overturned cart, heart pounding, until strong arms pulled you into the shadows.

It was him, maskless but in his black tactical gear, his blind eyes hidden behind those signature red glasses even at night.

He scooped you up effortlessly, leaping across rooftops until you were safe in your shared apartment overlooking the city.

The door slammed shut behind you, and that's when the storm hit.

"You were late," Matt growled, pacing the living room like a caged animal.

His cane tapped rhythmically against the floor, but you knew it was just a prop, he didn't need it here.

"Do you have any idea what that does to me? I was waiting, listening to the city, and then that blast...I thought—God, I thought I'd lost you" Matt argued seriously but also worryingly.

You tried to explained, to say that you didn't mean to but his voice had cut you off.

"Didn't mean to? That's not enough! every second you're out there without me, I'm thinking the worst the market's a powder keg, gangs, accidents, worse and you waltz in late, right into the middle of it? You made me worry sick, thinking I wasn't there to protect you what if you'd been closer? What if—" Matt whispered sadly but filled with frustration.