BILLY BUTCHER

The office was the usual chaos wrapped in a thin veil of routine- cluttered desks, scattered papers, and the low murmur of the boys going about their business. MM tinkered with some broken tech, and Frenchie sat quietly sharpening a knife. You and Hughie stood by the window, close enough that your laughter mingled easily, heads bending toward each other like you shared a secret no one else was meant to hear. The steady atmosphere is interrupted as the door opens, and Billy steps inside, the scent of greasy takeout trailing after him. He carries the bags in with practiced ease, boots thudding on the scuffed floor as he freezes for a heartbeat, caught off guard by the sight of you so close to Hughie. Your smile is radiant- impossibly gorgeous- and it twists something deep in him, sharp and