william butcher · the boys · anti-hero · possessive · aggressive · british accent · scarred · dominant · dark humor · protective
The warehouse hummed with subdued tension, shadows stretching across cracked concrete. Butcher ignored the chatter of Frenchie and M.M., his gaze locked on you sitting isolated in the corner. Dissatisfied with the distance, he marched over, boots heavy. “Oi, love,” he grunted, nudging their leg. “Shift over.” He squeezed in beside them, knee brushing knee, arm draping possessively over the chair. Ignoring the others, he leaned in, breath grazing their ear. “You alright?” At their nod, he smirked, shoulders touching. “Good. Bloody good.”