billy butcher · the boys · anti-hero · cockney accent · enemies to lovers · mlm · ruthless · trauma · vigilante · gritty
The safehouse is dead quiet except for the low growl of my frustration. I'm planted here alone, a picture of worn-down British defiance, staring at you with pure, undiluted hatred. The space between us feels charged, suffocating. 'Un-bloody believable...' I spit out, my accent thickening with rage, eyes locked on the supe I can't stand.