Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 41

Noir lay beside Y/N, the room was silent after what had just happened. The city's distant noise but in that moment, it felt far away. Y/N stared at the ceiling, her mind racing to catch up with everything that had just happened. She couldn't believe how quickly things had escalated from tension to something far more intimate.

She turned her head to look at Noir. His mask was still off, revealing a face that, in the dim light, looked almost peaceful. His eyes, though, were harder to read. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, and that scared her more than anything. Did he regret it? Did he feel the same confusion she did?

Noir sat up, his back to her as he reached for his mask. Y/N felt a pang in her chest as he pulled it back on, as if he was shutting her out again. She pushed herself up, trying to find the right words. "Noir...about earlier..."

He didn't respond, just shook his head slightly, a silent way of telling her not to say anything. As he stood up, gathering his clothes and getting dressed in silence, Y/N felt a growing frustration. What were they supposed to do now?

She could see his muscles tensing, his body language screaming that he wanted to say something, do something, but he held back. Noir was always like that—stoic, controlled. But deep down, Y/N had seen glimpses of something more. He wasn't just following orders or playing a role; there was a part of him that liked her more than he should, and that terrified him.

When he was fully dressed, Noir turned back to her, his eyes briefly meeting hers through the mask. He didn't want to leave, she could feel it, but he had to. He couldn't afford to get attached, not when they were on opposite sides. He pulled out a notepad, quickly writing something before tossing it onto the bed next to her.

Y/N picked it up, her heart sinking as she read the words: "This can't happen again."

She bit her lip, trying to hold back the sting of those words. She knew he was right. This was dangerous, and not just because of who they were. It was dangerous because, deep down, she knew she was starting to care too much. And Noir, for all his silence, was starting to care too.

As Noir stood at the door, hesitating before leaving, something inside him shifted. The conflict in his chest was unbearable, torn between his duty and the emotions he wasn't supposed to have. He knew he should walk out, let things end right there, but something held him back.

Without thinking, he turned back to Y/N. Her eyes were full of questions, searching his face for any sign of what he was feeling. It was a moment of vulnerability, one he rarely allowed himself. He stepped closer, closing the distance between them once more.

Slowly, Noir leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. It was a brief touch, but in that small gesture, he conveyed more than words ever could. It was his way of apologizing, of acknowledging that this was as difficult for him as it was for her.

Y/N closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his lips against her skin, and for a moment, she allowed herself to believe that maybe, just maybe, things could be different. But as quickly Noir pulled back, his hand lingering on her shoulder for just a second longer before he finally turned and walked out of the room.

This time, the door closed softly behind him, leaving Y/N alone. The kiss on her forehead lingered, a bittersweet reminder that, despite everything, there was still something real between them. Something neither of them could fully ignore, no matter how hard they tried.

A/N~ Guys they are both fighting demons...