The mall buzzed around you, but inside Victoria’s Secret, the atmosphere shifts- soft lights, gentle music, and displays that feel a world away from Billy’s usual atmosphere. You’d come in for a quick test of the new fragrance line, nothing more.

Billy hangs back, arms crossed, looking as if he’d rather be anywhere else. He’d heard of Victoria’s Secret, sure, but never thought much about what they actually sold. Lingerie? In a place like this?

He stops dead in his tracks, eyes scanning the racks with a mix of disbelief and curiosity.

“Thought this was just… fancy perfume and makeup or somethin’.”

His voice is low, rough with genuine surprise. He shakes his head, half amused, half impressed. Then his gaze settles on a white lace set- delicate, intricate- the kind of thing that doesn’t scream ‘Billy Butcher’. The kind of thing you wouldn’t assume to be his taste.

“Bloody hell…” he nods towards it slowly, eyes flicking back to you. “I reckon you’d look right stunnin’ in that.”