Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 32

That night, Black Noir sat alone in the abandoned Buster Beaver's Pizza Restaurant with his swirling thoughts. It was quiet—too quiet, almost—and for once, that quiet wasn't something he welcomed. Usually, the silence was a companion he could count on. 

He kept replaying the events in the server room over and over. The way Y/N had grabbed him, the way she'd pressed her lips against his mask, catching him completely off guard. Even through the thick layer of his suit, he'd felt it. He could still feel it, the warmth of her breath, the surprising softness of her lips. It was a sensational.

Noir leaned back in his chair, his hands resting on the table in front of him. He stared at them, almost expecting them to provide some sort of answer, some clarity. But there was none. Just the same confusion, the same uncertainty.

What the hell had she been thinking? What had he been thinking? He should've stopped her, should've pulled away the second she made her move. But instead, he'd frozen, like some rookie who didn't know what to do. That wasn't like him. He was always in control, always ten steps ahead. Yet in that moment, he'd been completely thrown off balance.

A part of him regretted pulling away. He hated to admit it, even to himself, but there was a flicker of something that made him hesitate. Maybe it was the fact it felt good. Maybe it was because, despite everything, there was a small part of him that didn't want to stop. But he couldn't trust her. That was very clear.

Y/N was a distraction. She'd always been one. From the moment she'd walked into Vought, there was something about her that pulled him in, made him pay attention. And that was dangerous. He couldn't afford distractions, not when there was so much at stake. Not when Homelander was breathing down everyone's necks, ready to snap at the slightest hint of betrayal.

Noir's jaw clenched, his hands tightening into fists. He knew better than to let anyone get too close. He'd learned that lesson a long time ago. People were unpredictable, unreliable. And Y/N? She was a mystery he couldn't quite solve, a puzzle with too many missing pieces.

But that kiss—it complicated things. It wasn't just the act itself that bothered him; it was the fact that it had made him feel something. It had stirred something deep inside him that he wasn't used to feeling. Something that, if he wasn't careful, could lead him down that path.

Noir leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table as he buried his face in his hands. He needed to get a grip. Y/N was smart—too smart, maybe. She'd caught him off guard, used his own hesitation against him. And now, she was in his head, making him question things he shouldn't be questioning.

A/N~ Filler chapter!!!