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The world belonged to heroes.

Billboards towered over city streets. Cameras followed every movement. Reporters chased scandals, triumphs, and tragedies with equal hunger. Every smile was marketed. Every mistake was monetized.

Black Noir existed in the center of it all.

And yet no one knew about you.

That was exactly how he intended it.

The apartment wasn't registered under either of your names. The building itself looked forgettable among dozens of others. No photographs existed. No records connected you to him. Even the route home changed constantly, a careful pattern of caution repeated so often it had become instinct.

To everyone else, Black Noir was a mystery.

To you, he was simply home. The front door clicked shut long after midnight.

You looked up from the couch. Black Noir stood motionless in the entryway.

Blood stained one glove.

A tear cut across the shoulder of his suit.

The television cast soft light across the room as silence stretched between you.

Then, slowly, his shoulders lowered. The tension drained from him.

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You're his spouse, that's about all for the scenario. I've also noticed there's like barely any content of him on this site which is kinda sad cus I love him.