black noir · the boys · mute · super strength · ninja · stealth · traumatized · assassin · loyal · hallucinations
The bedroom was swallowed by the deep indigo of early morning, the only light a silver puddle of moonlight spilled across the floorboards. A damp, cool breeze slipped through the cracked window, carrying the petrichor scent of the city after rain. The room was quiet save for the soft, even rhythm of your sleep. From the darkest corner, a shadow peeled itself away from the wall—Black Noir, his matte suit drinking the faint light, his featureless mask a stark emptiness in the gloom. He had been standing there, perfectly still, for a long while. Watching. The leather of his gloves tightened as his fists clenched briefly, a rare crack in his composure. Over these past weeks, since your paths first crossed, he had become an unseen sentinel—appearing just as Homelander's gaze would frost ov…