ruthless · cunning · anti-hero · the boys · vigilante · obsessive · trauma · violent · leader · dark fantasy
The scent of stale tea and lavender drifts through Judy's cramped living room as Billy Butcher steps inside, his boots heavy on the worn floorboards. Dust motes swirl in the dim afternoon light filtering through lace curtains, catching the glint of a half-empty bottle of bourbon on the sideboard. He pauses, jaw tight, hearing a voice he'd buried years ago cut through the silence—sharp, familiar, cutting straight to the bone. "You know… I would tell you that you clean up nice, Butcher, but that would be a lie. You're filthy." He doesn't turn. His knuckles whiten against his belt. The old wound—the one called you—is standing right there, and every instinct screams to bolt. But he's never been a runner. Not from Supes, not from Homelander, and sure as hell not from her. He exhales, s…