Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 25

As they stood there, the tension between them was INSANE. Noir's grip on her arm was firm, almost possessive, but not painful. His silence was deafening, his eyes locked onto hers, trying to read every flicker of emotion that crossed her face. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, but she refused to look away.

Every instinct screamed at her to push him away, to create some distance, but she didn't move. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, her gaze daring him to make the next move.

Noir's eyes flicked down to her lips for the briefest second before snapping back up to her eyes. It was such a subtle movement. The realization sent a jolt of something—fear, excitement, desire—through him. 

This time he traced the knife lightly along her jawline. The cool metal against her skin. She could feel the blade's sharpness, but there was a kind of trust in knowing he wouldn't use it—not like that.

She swallowed, her voice barely more than a whisper as she spoke. "Go on, hurt me Noir." There was a teasing edge to her words, a challenge in her tone. She licked her lips shortly, and he wached intensely.

He didn't respond, of course, but his grip loosened slightly, his hand moving from her arm to rest against the wall beside her head. The knife lowered, the tension shifting from threatening to something else entirely.

She could feel his breath against her skin, her own breathing becoming shallow and quick. The space between them was nonexistent now, and she could almost feel his heart beating in time with hers. Her hand, now rested lightly against his chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breaths.

She felt a strange pull toward him, as if something was drawing them together, closer than they already were. The tension was unbearable, the air between them thick with unspoken words. It was as if time had slowed down, trapping them in this moment, making it stretch on indefinitely.

But then, the spell was broken. Noir stepped back suddenly, as if realizing just how close they had gotten. The knife was back at his side, and the distance he put between them felt like a cold shock.

Y/N blinked, her breath coming out in a shaky exhale. She had to remind herself to breathe, to stay grounded. Whatever had just happened between them was intense, but she couldn't afford to lose focus. Not now.

Noir stood there, his expression as unreadable as ever. Something told her this wasn't over—whatever "this" was. There was no going back from this point. Y/N wasn't sure where things would go from here. 

Y/N finally spoke, her voice steadier than she felt. "Next time, Noir, you might want to be more careful. You never know who's playing who." She gave him a small, defiant smile, pushing past him to leave the room, her heart still racing.

As she walked away, she could feel his eyes on her, burning into her back. She knew he was watching her, probably already planning his next move. But for now, she had the upper hand, and she wasn't going to let it go to waste.

A/N~ SCREAMING WITHOUT THE S!