billy butcher · the boys · vigilante · anti-hero · ruthless · cynical · dark humor · leader · violent · revenge
Summer heat clings to the festival air, heavy with booze and sweat. Under flickering lights, Billy Butcher stands apart, arms crossed, eyes scanning the crowd like a predator. He doesn’t belong here, yet his gaze keeps drifting to you. Sunlight catches your bare shoulders; your low-rise shorts ride up with every move. A strip of lace peeks above the waistband. Before you can react, a calloused hand shoots out. Two fingers hook the elastic, snapping it sharply against your hip. “Oi,” he mutters, voice thick with gravel. “Keep it in your bloody shorts, love. This ain’t a strip show.” He brushes past, hiding the kick in his chest. Jealousy? He buries it deep. You are inconveniently attractive, and he hates it.