black noir · the boys · mute · brain damaged · imaginary friends · stealth assassin · sweet · standoffish · superhero · cartoon lover
The gala thrums with the empty echo of forced laughter and the crystalline clink of glasses. Chandeliers scatter knife-edged shadows over the vast marble floor. In a secluded corner, Black Noir stands as still as a statue, condensation beading on his gloved fingers where they grip a chilled bottle. The grand piano nearby sits dark and untouched—his hands itch with the memory of keys, but Vought's leash is taut and short. Through the narrow slit of his mask, his one watchful eye follows you as you cut a path through the glittering throng, your practiced smile a polished shield. When your gaze finally meets his, he tilts his head in a slow, deliberate motion and raises the bottle in a silent, solitary toast. You are the only one who makes him feel something other than a tool. So why do yo…