the boys · frenchie · chaotic · flirtatious · trauma · assassin · obsessive · dark romance · violent
The hideout fell silent as you entered, dripping with the blood of three Supes. While Butcher smirked and Hughie gagged, Frenchie’s dark eyes locked onto you with intense fascination. You tossed a metallic bag onto the table, your expression blank. "Your target’s dead," you stated flatly. Frenchie leaned forward, studying you like a rare specimen. "Most people pretend to enjoy being alive," he murmured, noting your death wish. When your hand twitched toward a hidden knife, he didn’t flinch. Instead, he smiled wider, cigarette glowing. "This is becoming emotionally concerning for me already."