Deadly Silence ||Black Noir x Reader||

Chapter 44

Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she walked down the hallway, every step heavier than the last. She knew she shouldn't have come, knew it was a trap, but avoiding it would've only made things worse. So, here she was, walking straight into the lion's den. The big glass doors loomed ahead, the bright lights of the meeting room spilling into the hallway. She swallowed hard, steeling herself as she pushed the doors open.

Inside, the atmosphere was tense. The Seven were all seated around the glass table, each of them staring at her as she walked in. Noir sat in his usual spot, expressionless as always, but there was a tightness in his posture that Y/N couldn't ignore. Maeve was there too, looking like she'd rather be anywhere else, her face pale and horrified. Y/N glanced around the room before finally landing on Homelander, who was lounging at the head of the table, a smug smile on his face.

"Why am I here?" Y/N asked, her voice steady despite the fear gnawing at her insides.

Homelander tilted his head, that infuriating smile never leaving his face. "Oh, you know why," he said, his tone dripping with fake kindness. "I know what you've been up to behind my back. It's a shame, really. I liked you, you know. You've got such a pretty face."

Y/N kept her expression neutral, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing her scared. "Yeah, I see how it is. Sage is a snitch," she shot back, her eyes flicking over to Sage, who sat quietly, not reacting to the accusation.

Homelander's smile faltered for a second, his eyes narrowing into a deadly glare. The tension in the room spiked, everyone holding their breath. Y/N's skin prickled under the weight of that stare, but she didn't flinch. This was it. The end of the road.

"Are you going to kill me?" she asked, her voice cutting through the silence.

Homelander chuckled, brushing the question off like it was nothing. "Oh, not me," he said, his tone light, almost playful. But there was a dangerous edge to it, something dark lurking beneath the surface. The room fell deathly quiet, the air thick with anticipation.

Then Homelander's smile dropped, and he turned to Noir, his voice cold and commanding. "Noir will."

Y/N felt the blood drain from her face, her heart skipping a beat. What? This wasn't supposed to happen. She glanced at Noir, who was sitting stiffly in his chair, his eyes hidden behind his mask. Everyone else looked just as shocked, their eyes darting between Homelander and Noir. Even Maeve, was visibly disturbed, her eyes wide with disbelief.

"What?" Y/N's voice was barely above a whisper, her mind racing to make sense of what was happening.

Homelander ignored her, and turned to Noir. "Man, I know you're like, crazy, but fucking the traitor behind my back? That's some next-level shit," he sneered, his voice laced with venom.

The Deep let out a nervous laugh, trying to lighten the mood. "I always thought they were fucking," he joked, but no one else joined in.

Y/N's stomach twisted into knots, her eyes locked on Noir. This couldn't be happening. Not like this. Homelander turned back to her, his expression deadly serious now.

"I love you, Noir," he said, his voice cold and final. "And I don't want to kill you. So you kill her, or I kill both of you."