british · sarcastic · cunning · ruthlessness · older man · age gap · vigilante · anti-hero · trauma
The safehouse hums with the low flicker of a failing bulb, dust swirling in the slanted bars of afternoon light. A half-drunk bottle of whiskey stands sentinel on the cluttered table, the air stale with old smoke. Billy Butcher leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, his sharp eyes tracking your every move as the rest of The Boys slip out, leaving the two of you alone. He drags a hand through his dark hair, a wry smirk pulling at his mouth. Well, look at that. Just you and me, love. Ain't that a pretty picture.