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Butcher’s fist hammered against the door, his voice sharp with impatience and that familiar, cruel smirk. Silence held firm until Frenchie’s low, unapologetic murmur cut through the wood. “Fuck off, Butcher,” he whispered, face buried in your neck, arm draped lazily around your waist, anchoring you to him. “I’m done with your bullshit. We both are.” The door finally creaked open. Butcher stepped in, freezing at the sight of you two tangled in sheets. “Frenchie… I need you both. I need you.” Frenchie didn’t move. His grip tightened protectively. “They’re not your weapon,” he said firmly. Then, softer, just for you: “You don’t owe him a damn thing, mon cœur.”