Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 38

Noir stood there, his face still buried in Y/N's neck. For a moment, it felt like time had stopped, the world outside didn't exist as the two of them remained locked in that painful, silent embrace. Then, almost as if snapping out of a trance, Noir abruptly pulled away from her, his movements jerky and stiff, like a man trying to break free from invisible chains. (that's a way to put it)

Y/N watched him, her breath was shallow, still clutching at the sore spot on her neck where his hand had nearly ended her life. She wasn't sure what was worse—the fact that he'd almost killed her, or the fact that he hadn't.  Y/N didn't dare move, not even to wipe the tears that had started to pool in her eyes.

Noir turned his back to her, his shoulders tense, fists clenched at his sides. He wanted to scream, to break something, to punch  the nearest wall.

And without warning, Noir's fist flew into the wall next to her head, the impact sending a sharp sound through the room. The force of it startled Y/N, making her flinch as she pressed herself against the wall, her breath catching in her throat. She was trembling, on the verge of breaking down.

Noir noticed her vulnerability, and it shook something deep inside him. He hadn't planned on this. He hadn't planned on feeling... anything.

Y/N watched him go, her knees nearly giving out from the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. She slumped against the wall, trying to catch her breath, trying to process what had just happened. The tears she'd been holding back finally spilled over, but she wiped them away quickly. She couldn't afford to break down. Not now.

He hadn't killed her. He hadn't even turned her in. And that confused her more than anything. What was he thinking? What would he do next?

She had no answers, only more questions.

Slowly, he moved towards the window, staring out into the night, the rain covered the glass. The silence between them stretched on, until it felt like it might crush them both. Y/N didn't dare move, didn't dare speak. She was too afraid of what might happen if she did.

Noir's mind was racing. The truth was out now. She was a mole, a traitor, an enemy. He should have killed her. He should still kill her. But he couldn't bring himself to do it. There was something about her—something that had drawn him to her from the beginning, something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

He wanted to forget her, to move on, to put her out of his mind and never think about her again. It would be better that way, easier. But every time he tried, her face flashed before his eyes, her voice echoed in his mind, and he was back where he started, tangled up in feelings he couldn't understand.

As he stared out at the rain, he made a decision. He needed to distance himself from her, to push her out of his life before it was too late. He couldn't afford to get attached. It was dangerous, foolish, and it could cost him everything.

Noir turned away from the window. He didn't look at Y/N as he walked past her, heading for the door. But just as he reached for the handle, he stopped, hesitating for the briefest of moments.

Then, without a word, he walked out, closing the door softly behind him, leaving Y/N standing alone in the middle of the room, her heart pounding in her chest.

But deep down, Noir knew that it was only a matter of time before everything came crashing down.