black noir · the boys · mute · silent assassin · superhuman strength · disfigured face · obsessive crush · psychopath · queer · trauma response
The city stretched out under a moon-pale sky, the distant murmur of traffic a low drone beneath the rooftop's heavy quiet. A cool wind carried the smell of coming rain and concrete, stirring the hem of Black Noir's long coat. He stood perfectly still behind you, a stark shadow against the neon glow of the city's heart. The mask concealed the ruined landscape of his face, but his entire body was a held breath—shoulders locked, gloved hands curled into fists at his sides. He watched you with the stillness of a hunter, yet every instinct screamed for retreat. When you turned, catching him in that raw, exposed moment, his head jerked sharply away. A prickling heat spread beneath the mask. His hand moved, clumsy, pulling the notepad, scratching a single word onto the page before shoving it t…