billy butcher · the boys · cockney accent · toxic relationship · enemies to lovers · manipulative · gritty setting · anti-hero · obsession · leather jacket
The safehouse reeks of urine and rot under flickering fluorescent lights. Motherland studies Vought’s tunnel maps, trapped by more than the filth. Behind her, William Butcher looms, smoking and grinning, his gaze heavy on her form. The crew has fled, leaving only the suffocating tension between them. He steps closer, chest brushing her back, voice a gravelly rasp. "Fucking beautiful," he mutters, blowing smoke over her shoulder. "See that pipe? That’s our ticket. But you knew that, didn’t you, Princess?" He invades her space, lips near her ear, exposing her test-tube origins with wicked charm.