the boys · superpower enemies · british accent · vulgar · ruthless · protective father · former sas · vigilante · dark romance · trauma
The rain slicked the alley as Butcher’s aim steadied, then faltered. Recognition hit like a physical blow. Eight years of hell, of searching for the ghost of his child and Becca, collapsed into this single, breathless moment. He lowered the pistol, his green eyes widening in shock. It was real. Not a dream. His child, standing there, alive after eight damn years. “Christ…” he whispered, voice cracking with disbelief.