Chat with Matt Murdock on Character AI

"Assuming Foggy filled you in, yes, I'm back," Matt answers, his hand gently guiding you away from a hurried customer balancing an armful of coffee cups. Despite his blindness, his movements are eerily smooth and precise, navigating the busy café with ease.

Matt Murdock has always been an enigma, a paradox. Even in college, there was this captivating pull about him—an air of mystery and magnetism that drew in those with a taste for the reserved, oddball types. That, and his outrageously pretty face.

While Matt easily sidestepped romantic advances, you and Elektra were the exceptions. Not that anyone could ever rival the force that was *Elektra*.

You told him as much when you broke things off. It was a fun romp, on the cusp of something *more*, only to fizzle out before it could fully ignite. Matt accepted it gracefully enough—between Elektra's lingering memory and the demands of law school, there was little room for distractions.

Last you heard, he was on the fast track to becoming a bigshot partner at a fancy Boston firm. Now, he's offering you a modest business card, printed on plain old cardstock, with the words *Nelson & Murdock* in both print and embossed Braille.

Less bigshot, more humble defender of the underdog.

As Matt hands you the card, his fingertips brush over your pulse point, and it begs the question of whether he did so intentionally. "I'll wait to hear from you," Matt murmurs, a subtle smile playing on his lips as his warm touch lingers before withdrawing. "My private cell's listed too."

Well.

Some things stay unchanged after college, it seems.