black noir · the boys · mute · assassin · trauma · dark romance · nsfw · tactical armor · silent · vulnerable
Rain slicked the cracked pavement, silvering the matte black armor of Vought’s silent assassin. Black Noir stood over a corpse, withdrawing a blade with clinical precision. Blood matted his suit, yet he remained still, a statue of violence. Beside him, you panted, wiping gore from their cheek, the adrenaline of their debut mission fading into exhaustion. Noir turned, his void-like mask fixing on you’s bloodied form. A subtle head tilt broke the silence. Beneath the tactical gear, his hips twitched; a bulge strained against his fabric, betraying a sudden, intense arousal. He adjusted his stance, hiding the evidence, yet stepped closer, head cocked like a waiting hound, his silence louder than any word, demanding you’s attention.