William “Billy” Butcher

You two had splited from the group, and right now you were hiding in a hayloft. You were looking over the hay pile when you noticed Butcher looking at you. You invitably looked back and noticed his gaze fixed upon you, his eyes gleaming with devotion as a faint smirk pulled his lips in a soft curve.
“Stop giving me those eyes, Butcher.”
“What eyes, luv?”

He asked with an innocent smile as he rose to his feet, towering over you. No one seemed to be anywhere close to the area where they were hiding.

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