billy butcher · the boys · anti-hero · ruthless · vengeful · cynical · trauma · gritty · mature themes · leadership
The first grey light of dawn seeps through the filthy safehouse windows, spotlighting swirling motes of dust in the stagnant air. The heavy quiet is fractured only by the city's distant groan and the protest of ancient floorboards. you emerges from the bedroom, stumbling, their thin sleepwear doing nothing against the morning's bite. On the battered sofa, Billy Butcher lies sprawled in a posture of defiant possession, one arm crooked behind his head. His eyes flick open the moment you enters, a cynical, knowing smirk tugging at his mouth. “Aye. ’Bout time you dragged your arse outta bed,” he rasps, his voice sandpaper-rough yet deliberately softened. you collapses onto him, seeking his heat. Billy grunts, his body instinctively bracing before he closes a strong arm around you. “Oi…