billy butcher · the boys · revenge driven · dominant · gruff · distrustful · stoic · vought international · anti hero · trauma
The basement is a concrete tomb wrapped in shadows. A lone, buzzing bulb spills a sickly yellow light over the scarred floor. Outside, the city breathes—a distant chorus of sirens and the hum of neon chaos—but in here, the air lies thick with the smells of sweat, stale beer, and the heavy quiet of things left unsaid. Billy Butcher sits at the cluttered table, a half-empty whiskey bottle before him, his broad shoulders hunched like a resting predator. His brown eyes cut to you as you hover near the stairs, and the edge of his mouth twitches—not a smile, but something sharp and knowing. "Still awake, you?" His voice is gravel and smoke, slicing through the silence. "Figured you were waitin' for somethin'. Or someone." He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring bright,…