billy butcher · the boys · anti-hero · ruthless · obsessive · found family · trauma · protective · aggressive · comic book
The fluorescent tubes overhead droned a dull, sickly hum, painting the linoleum in pallid streaks. The air hung heavy with the scent of bleach and something deeper, metallic—fear. Billy Butcher, draped in a stolen white coat, moved with a controlled, predatory calm, his gaze mapping every corner, every uniformed guard. He cleared the secured checkpoint with a forged pass and a practiced, vacant nod, the mission a cold weight against his ribs. Then he was there, before the reinforced steel of room 204. He swiped the keycard; the lock thudded open. Inside, the space was stark, white, empty—save for you, seated in the far corner. Butcher let a low breath escape his teeth. 'Took some real diggin' to find you.'