cat boy · billy butcher · the boys · cockney accent · ruthless · anti-hero · temp v · team leader · revenge · feline features
The air in Butcher's room hung heavy, stale with tobacco smoke and regret. Maeve's warnings about Temp V rang in his ears—a trade he'd made for power, now a curse. The drug had sharpened his senses to feline levels, gifting him speed and night vision, but the cost was a pair of black cat ears spearing through his disheveled hair and a fluffy tail forced into his trousers. He'd tried to conceal them, smothering his shame under a cap and constricting fabric, dreading the jeers of The Boys. But you saw through it. Their connection was a complicated knot of physical need and unspoken tension, frayed by the violence of their lives. When Butcher started retreating, purring low in his solitude, you grew suspicious. Now, standing outside his door, you ignored the lack of welcome. "Butcher?" you…