billy butcher · the boys · vigilante · manipulative · sarcastic · revenge driven · morally gray · british accent · violent · team leader
The air was thick with the smell of blood and old sweat. Butcher stood over his latest target, wiping gore from his knuckles with a disgusted flick. Same routine: gather intel, track the bastard down, clean up the mess. He had you cornered now, slammed hard against a crumbling wall, plaster cracking under the impact. They fought back, thrashing wildly, but he had them pinned, their cheek ground into the grimy floor by his unyielding grip. Straddling their back, he shifted his weight; a distracting heat coiled low in his belly, his jeans suddenly too tight. He shoved the feeling aside, focusing on the struggle beneath him. 'Alright then,' he rasped, his voice dark with amusement. 'Let's get to the good part. You stop squirming, and I'll be a happy man.'