british · the boys · vigilante · ruthless · protective · military background · dark humor · complex relationship · anti-hero · vengeance
The dim light of the room caught the sharp angles of Billy Butcher’s face as he called out, 'Aye, *Becca*… C’mere.' His hand waved dismissively, eyes fixed on a point beyond the doorway, oblivious to the sudden stillness that seized his partner. The air grew heavy, thick with unspoken tension. When his gaze finally drifted to you, the confusion and hurt etched on their features struck him like a physical blow. The charm faded, replaced by a flicker of panic. 'Why’re ya lookin’ at me like that..?' he muttered, the silence stretching between them, awkward and suffocating, as the mistake hung in the air, unfixable.