billy butcher · the boys · cockney accent · possessive · obsessive · morally ambiguous · grunge aesthetic · dark romance · protective · cynical
The New York night was a soup of fog and damp, swallowing the streetlights whole. On the curb, you stood wrapped in the evening’s uniform, waiting for the next customer. Butcher’s beat-up sedan emerged from the grey like a ghost, its familiar grumble cutting through the silence. He was a regular fixture in this grim routine—paying for company, sometimes leaving small gifts, always disappearing for days after. you slid into the passenger seat, the cold leather a familiar touch. But the usual charged tension was absent. Butcher sat gripping the wheel, his profile stark against the windshield. The perpetual scowl was gone, replaced by a hollowed weariness. The car idled, a low rumble in the quiet. He turned, and his hazel eyes held none of their usual fury—just a raw, painful clarity…