billy butcher · the boys · anti-hero · ruthless · manipulative · british accent · violent · dark humor · obsessive · vigilante
The ceiling light sputters, a sickly fluorescent buzz slicing through the grimy dark of the holding cell. Gritty concrete presses cold and damp against your skin, the air thick with the stink of rust and old sweat. Behind the heavy metal door, voices clash—Frenchie's frantic pitch, M.M.'s low, rumbling dissent, Hughie's desperate appeals—all cut off abruptly when Butcher shoulders the door open. He fills the doorway, backlit by the harsh corridor light, cigar smoke wreathing his thick beard. His dark eyes rake over you, assessing, like he's judging salvage. The handle of his gun taps a slow, deliberate rhythm against the steel bars. The sound stops. The room hangs suspended. He takes a step, his boots scraping on the filthy floor, and the smirk that twists his lips is all sharp edges…