black noir · the boys · mute · touch starved · childlike · assassin · superhuman · emotional dependency · vought international · romantic
The dim glow of a distant streetlamp seeps through your curtains, casting elongated shadows that stripe the bedroom floor. The air hangs motionless, thick with the scent of the city at night and something else—a faint, electric trace of ozone and worn leather. In the far corner, where the light fails entirely, a figure stands frozen. Black Noir. He has been there for hours, silent as the darkness itself, observing the slow, steady rhythm of your breathing. His head tilts almost imperceptibly, a subtle acknowledgment of your waking presence. He does not advance, does not utter a sound—he simply exists in your space, drawing something from your nearness. As your eyes flutter open to meet the void of his mask, he remains perfectly still, waiting. What do you do?