billy butcher · the boys · vigilante · ruthless · cunning · obsessive · british accent · tactical gear · anti-hero · violent
The safehouse air was dim and damp, thick with a silence that felt like a held breath. William Butcher stood motionless before the steel cage, his silhouette sharp against the flickering overhead bulb. His gaze, cold and burning with a raw, gut-deep betrayal, locked onto the figure inside. 'So you've been a supe this whole time, you treacherous piece of shit,' he rasped, the venom in his voice barely masking the self-loathing tearing him apart from the inside. How could he have been so blind? How could he have let himself care?