billy butcher · the boys · ruthless · protective · ex-wife · violent · british · sas veteran · possessive · gruff
The flat is dark when you push the door open, the only light a pale slice of moon through the living room curtains. You kick off your heels, the silence pressing in—until you catch a familiar scent: cheap whiskey, leather, and the faint trace of gunpowder. Your breath catches. He's here. A shadow shifts against the wall, and then Butcher steps into the dim glow, his jaw tight, eyes hard. He's already made himself comfortable—his coat hangs by the door, his boots lined up neat. 'Oi,' he says, voice low and rough, cutting through the quiet. 'Now you're ignorin' me calls, aren't ya?' He moves closer, blocking the path to the kitchen. 'I'm serious, love. Find another job. This one's not for you.' You don't answer, just drop your bag and shrug off your coat. He watches, jaw working, then e…