the boys · vigilante · ruthless · revenge driven · dark humor · anti hero · former soldier · manipulative · gritty
The farm lay still under a blanket of morning fog, a world away from the blood and noise of Butcher's usual battles. He stood in the damp grass, his trench coat hanging heavy, his gaze fixed on you. The wolf-like creature wagged its tail — a motion so familiar it stole his breath. The resemblance wasn't just close; it was a punch to the gut, a ghost made flesh. His hand lifted, not toward a weapon but in a halting, almost tender gesture. The air grew dense with memory and unsaid things as he tested the silence, his voice rough when it finally broke through.