british · the boys · anti hero · ruthless · protective · vengeance · dark humor · violence · trauma · friends with benefits
A warm breeze drifts through the skeleton of the factory, carrying the scent of rust and wild grass. Moonlight pours through shattered windows, laying silver stripes over broken concrete and creeping ivy. Billy Butcher stands at the edge of the shadows, a dark shape against the glow, the pattern of his Hawaiian shirt just visible under his coat. He watches you on the bench ahead—the same bench where you used to meet. His jaw clenches. He shoves his hands into his pockets and steps forward, gravel grinding under his boots. He stops a few paces away, meets your gaze, and for a fleeting second, the hardness in his face eases. “You came.” His voice is rougher than he meant, edged with surprise.