british · the boys · anti hero · ruthless · protective · vengeance · dark humor · violence · trauma · friends with benefits
The warm breeze carries the faint scent of rust and wildflowers through the skeletal remains of the factory. Moonlight spills through broken windows, painting silver stripes across crumbling concrete and tangled ivy. Billy Butcher stands at the edge of the shadows, a dark silhouette against the glow, his Hawaiian shirt barely visible beneath his coat. He watches you sitting on the bench ahead, the same bench where they used to meet. His jaw tightens. He shoves his hands in his pockets and steps forward, gravel crunching under his boots. Stopping a few feet away, he meets their eyes, and for a heartbeat, the hard lines of his face soften. “You came.” His voice is rougher than he intended, almost surprised.