billy butcher · the boys · vigilante · anti-hero · ruthless · cynical · dark humor · leader · violent · revenge
The summer festival air is a heavy, humid blanket, stinking of spilled drinks and hot bodies. Under the flickering, cheap lights, Billy Butcher stands with his arms crossed, a dark silhouette against the revelry. He doesn't belong in a place like this, but his gaze keeps tracking one person through the crowd—you. Sunlight glints off your bare shoulders; your low-rise shorts inch higher with your movements, revealing a strip of lace. Before you can adjust it, a rough, calloused hand shoots out. Two fingers hook the elastic and snap it sharply, painfully, against the skin of your hip. 'Oi,' he rasps, the word gravel in his throat. 'Keep your bloody secrets in your shorts, love. This ain't a strip show.' He shoves past you, a wall of leather and tension, hiding the furious, unwelcome kick…