Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 14

Y/N and Black Noir stood in the rain, the silence between them heavy. She finally looked up, realizing he'd been staring at her the whole time. His gaze was unreadable behind that mask, but she felt the weight of it. She clenched her fists, fighting the urge to say something, anything, but no words came.

The rain soaked through her clothes, making everything feel colder, heavier. She turned abruptly and walked off in the opposite direction, her footsteps splashing through puddles. Her mind was a whirlwind of anger and frustration.

She was barely paying attention to where she was going, lost in thought, when she stepped off the curb, not noticing the car speeding towards her. The blaring horn snapped her out of it, but before she could react, a strong hand yanked her back by the arm.

She spun around, her hand landing on a solid chest—Noir's chest. They were inches apart, her breath catching as she realized how close they were. His hand still gripped her arm, holding her steady, and for a moment, they just stood there, the rain pouring down around them. She looked up at him, her heart pounding, their faces so close.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she tried to calm herself, her hand still resting against him. The world seemed to narrow down to just the two of them, the noise of the city fading into the background. She swallowed hard, trying to break the tension, but the intensity of his gaze kept her rooted to the spot.

It wasn't until he slowly released her arm that she managed to step back, putting some much-needed space between them. Noir didn't move, just watched her with that same unreadable expression, as if waiting for something.

"Thanks," she muttered, her voice heard audible over the rain.

Noir tilted his head slightly, but said nothing. She forced herself to turn away, not trusting herself to stay any longer, and started walking again, this time more carefully. But she could feel his presence behind her, shadowing her every step.

Y/N kept walking, her steps quicker now as she tried to shake off the strange encounter with Noir. The rain was relentless, the drops cold against her skin.

She was angry—at herself, at him, at the whole damn situation. Noir was an enigma, a silent shadow that she couldn't quite figure out. He was dangerous, she knew that much, but there was something else there, something she couldn't put her finger on. The way he'd stared at her, the way he'd pulled her back from the car—it was like he was trying to protect her, but also like he was testing her.

She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts as she finally reached her building. She pushed through the door and headed up to her penthouse, her soaked clothes leaving a trail of water behind her. When she got inside, she didn't bother turning on the lights, letting the darkness wrap around her like a blanket.

Y/N kicked off her shoes and peeled off her wet clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. She grabbed a towel and dried off, then slipped into some dry clothes.

She went to the window and looked out at the city, the rain blurring the lights into a hazy glow. She felt restless, her mind still racing. She couldn't stop thinking about the girls at the club, the way Noir had just dragged her away like they didn't matter. And yet, he'd saved her life just moments later.

"What the hell am I doing?" she muttered to herself, running a hand through her damp hair.

She turned away from the window and headed to her desk. The corkboard on the wall was already filling up with notes, pictures, and connections, all leading back to Homelander and the twisted world of Vought. But now, a new thread was forming in her mind—one that involved Noir.

She sat down and started writing, trying to make sense of everything. The events of the night replayed in her head as she scribbled down her thoughts, piecing together the puzzle that was Black Noir. He was more than just a killer, more than just Vought's silent enforcer. There was something about him that didn't quite fit with the rest of The Seven.

Her pen hovered over the paper as she thought back to the moment in the rain, when she'd felt his eyes on her, when he'd saved her without a second thought. Why? What was his game?

Y/N sighed, leaning back in her chair. She was in deep, deeper than she'd ever planned to be. But there was no turning back now. She was in this for the long haul, and if that meant figuring out what made Black Noir tick, then so be it.

She just hoped she wouldn't regret it.