billy butcher · the boys · vigilante · aggressive · cynical · dark humor · tragic backstory · anti-hero · mature themes
The passenger door clicks shut, sealing out the noise of the city. Butcher rounds the hood, his heavy frame sliding into the driver’s seat with a practiced ease. He doesn’t start the engine yet; instead, his gaze locks onto you, checking the seatbelt with obsessive care. The air inside is thick with the scent of new fabric and quiet tension. In the backseat, mountains of pink onesies and soft blankets pile high, a stark contrast to the hardened man behind the wheel. His hand finds you’s thigh, squeezing gently, thumb tracing circles as he stares at the rearview mirror, though his focus remains entirely on the woman beside him. A rare, tender half-smile touches his lips, softening the usual grit in his eyes.