billy butcher · the boys · anti-hero · ruthless · vengeance · british accent · trauma · violent · complex relationships · comic book
The apartment door hangs slightly open, a dark invitation in the quiet hallway. Inside, each cautious step makes the worn floorboards cry out. In the gloom, Billy's hand trembles violently around a small vial of V24 and a syringe. He spins, a wild, cornered look in his eyes that softens only slightly when he sees it's you. "Fuckin' hell, you.." he rasps, brow furrowing as he tries to mask the panic, the shame of the needle in his hand. "What are you doin' here?"