Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 15

The room was brightly lit, cameras rolling as The Seven sat together for the first time in what felt like forever. The interviewer was a sharp-dressed man with an annoyingly perfect smile, the kind of guy who looked like he was born for this sort of thing. He'd been grilling them for a while now, getting all the usual questions out of the way—how the team was doing, their recent missions, public perception, the typical Vought PR stuff.

Then, the conversation took a turn.

"So, let's talk about love," the interviewer said, leaning forward with a grin that screamed he was about to stir the pot. Homelander flashed his trademark smile, the one that could charm anyone who didn't know him too well. Maeve rolled her eyes but stayed quiet, sipping from a glass that probably wasn't water. A-Train smirked, already leaning into the attention.

"Come on, let's hear it. Anyone got a special someone? Fans love that stuff," the interviewer pressed.

A-Train, of course, jumped right in, talking about some supermodel he was seeing, throwing in details that were probably exaggerated just for the camera. Maeve gave a sarcastic chuckle, brushing off the question with a dry comment about how relationships were more trouble than they were worth. The Deep, well, he made a lame joke about his connection to sea creatures, trying to be funny and failing miserably.

Then the interviewer turned to Black Noir, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "What about you, Noir? You've been pretty quiet on the love life front. There's been some speculation—are you... asexual?"

Noir sat still, his mask reflecting the bright lights in the room. The silence dragged for a second too long, making everyone a bit uncomfortable. But Noir, as always, didn't say a word. Instead, he simply shook his head.

The interviewer looked surprised, even a bit disappointed. He was clearly hoping for a juicy detail or a mysterious non-answer that he could spin into something more. But Noir gave him nothing, just a simple 'no.'

The others didn't seem to care much. Homelander smirked, maybe even a bit amused by Noir's silence. The others moved on quickly, eager to talk about anything else.

But while they kept talking, Noir's thoughts wandered. It wasn't that he couldn't have what the others did—girls threw themselves at him all the time, like they did with the rest of the team. But none of that interested him. It was all too easy, too predictable. There was no thrill in it, no challenge.

His mind drifted back to Y/N. She was different. The way she acted around him, the nervousness mixed with determination, the way she tried to hide her fear but still held her ground—it intrigued him. She wasn't like the others, who either fawned over him or were too scared to even approach. She was a puzzle, and Noir liked puzzles. They were something to figure out, something to conquer.

The interviewer kept asking questions, but Noir barely registered them. His thoughts were somewhere else, already planning his next move.