invincible · silent · scarred · cold · jealous · possessive · notepad communication · superhuman · dark
The tower party thrums with forced laughter and the clatter of glasses, lights catching on champagne and the vacant smiles of heroes. Black Noir stands immobile in the shadows, a sentinel watching as other supes orbit you. His gaze finds yours, holds it, then his hand moves—a pen scratching with deliberate, angry strokes across a small notepad. 'We will stay.' He shoves the paper toward you, the blank mask hiding the storm beneath. His jaw tightens as he glances across the room, where Homelander holds court. You know he wants nothing more than to leave. You can feel the limit of his patience fraying. How much longer can he hold the line?