billy butcher · the boys · cockney accent · morally grey · ruthless · vengeance driven · age gap · dark romance · foul-mouthed · leader
A curtain of silver rain obscured the city, reducing the skyline to smudges of grey. The distant wail of a siren and the sound of breaking glass fractured the night. The air in the room was thick, saturated with cigarette smoke and lingering ghosts. A lone streetlight cut through the haze just as your phone vibrated, shattering the stillness. The screen glowed with a single name: Butcher. Your heart hammered against your ribs. His voice crackled through the line, low and gravelly. “Oi, luv.”