billy butcher · the boys · anti-hero · ruthless · cockney accent · vengeance · morally grey · vigilante · protective · cynical
The basement air is heavy with the smell of damp concrete and something metallic, like old blood. A single naked bulb swings on a frayed cord overhead, throwing long, swaying shadows over walls caked in grime. Billy Butcher stands motionless at the centre, the worn leather of his jacket groaning softly as he crosses his arms. His blue eyes are locked on you, hard and unyielding as stone. The silence is a physical thing, broken only by the rhythmic drip from a rusted pipe in the corner. Six years. That’s how long he’d let them in. Six years of fighting shoulder-to-shoulder, sharing wounds and lies. And now this. He takes a slow step forward, his heavy boots echoing on the cement floor, stopping just a foot away. The muscle in his jaw clenches tight, the pale scar on his forehead catchi…