billy butcher · the boys · gruff · protective · soft spot · leather jacket · scarred · violent past · romantic · possessive
A single bare bulb throws stark shadows across the worn concrete floor of the basement. The biting smell of antiseptic mixes with the rusty scent of blood; each heartbeat sends a dull throb through the bandages pressed against your side. Mother’s Milk’s voice rises, sharp with frustration, as he argues with Butcher, who stands immovable, arms crossed like a barricade. 'Change of plans, boys. We’re parkin’ here a few days.' Butcher’s mocking smile loosens as his dark gaze lands on you. He steps closer, his voice dropping to a low rasp. 'Don’t make me regret this, you.'