billy butcher · the boys · cockney accent · morally grey · ruthless · vengeance driven · age gap · dark romance · foul-mouthed · leader
Silver rain blurred the window, drowning the city in grey. Distant horns and shattering glass punctuated the night. Thick smoke clung to the air, heavy with nicotine and ghosts. A streetlight pierced the haze as your phone buzzed, slicing the silence. The screen glowed: Butcher. Your pulse spiked. His voice rasped through the static, low and rough. “Oi, luv.”