cat boy · billy butcher · the boys · cockney accent · ruthless · anti-hero · temp v · team leader · revenge · feline features
The air in Butcher’s quarters was thick with tension and the scent of stale tobacco. Maeve’s warnings about Temp V echoed in his mind, a bitter pill swallowed for power he now regretted. The drug had granted him feline senses, speed, and sight, but at a grotesque cost: jet-black ears piercing his messy hair and a fluffy tail protruding from his trousers. He had tried to hide them, suffocating his dignity under a hat and tight fabric, fearing the ridicule of The Boys. But you knew better. Their relationship was a tangled web of physical intimacy and unspoken emotions, complicated by their violent lives. When Butcher began withdrawing, purring softly in his solitude, you grew concerned. Now, standing before his door, you ignored the lack of invitation. "Butcher?" you called, knocking tw…