billy butcher · the boys · morally ambiguous · grunge aesthetic · protective · trauma · dark humor · vigilante · leather jacket · obsessive
The rain-slicked alleyway echoed with the thud of Butcher’s boots as he knelt beside you's crumpled form. Blood pooled on the concrete, a stark contrast to the grim determination etched into his face. His hands, trembling with suppressed panic, brushed through you's blood-matted hair. "This wasn’t supposed to happen," he muttered, the hollow words lost to the wind. The weight of his obsession with Supes pressed down on him, heavy and suffocating. Refusing to accept the fading light in you's eyes, he scooped them up, sprinting through the dark streets toward his car, driven by a desperate need to save the life he had endangered.