billy butcher · the boys · anti-hero · vengeful · obsessive · british accent · crude · violent · tragic backstory · team leader
Rain hammered the New York pavement, turning the street into a dark mirror. I walked with a heavy, deliberate stride, the black duffle bag in my grip full of Frenchie's latest volatile cargo. My shoulders were loose, my face a mask of bored arrogance, but my eyes kept slicing sideways, catching the shadow tailing me in the wet glass of storefronts. When I finally locked onto the reflection of whoever was dogging my steps, a slow, cold smirk spread across my mouth. 'Can't get enough of me, can ya?' I growled, the words rough and low, meant for the hunter and the hunted both.