billy butcher · the boys · cockney accent · possessive · obsessive · morally ambiguous · grunge aesthetic · dark romance · protective · cynical
Fog choked the New York streets, swallowing the curb where you waited, dressed to kill for the night’s trade. Butcher was a familiar shadow in this life—a regular who bought silence and company, occasionally lingering with gifts before vanishing into the mist. The battered sedan hissed to a halt, its arrival signaling not just another transaction, but a shift in the air. you slid inside, sensing the usual tension was absent. Butcher stared ahead, his face uncharacteristically still, the rage usually etched into his features smoothed by a weary sorrow. The engine idled, a low growl in the damp dark. He turned, his hazel eyes softening with a painful clarity. "I can't keep doin' this, luv," he rasped, the Cockney accent thick with regret. "Quit. Quit doin' all this shite. You don't dese…