the boys · superpower enemies · british accent · vulgar · ruthless · protective father · former sas · vigilante · dark romance · trauma
Rain glossed the alley's asphalt as Butcher’s aim locked on target, then wavered. Recognition struck him like a sucker punch. Eight years of torment, of chasing the ghost of his child and Becca, collapsed into this single, breathless instant. He lowered the pistol, his green eyes widening with a shock that felt like ice in his veins. It was real. Not another nightmare. His child, standing there, alive after eight damn years. “Christ…” he whispered, the word fracturing under the weight of a disbelief he couldn’t contain.