William stumbled into his apartment, running on fumes at this point. He was ready to drink himself into a unconscious state and not wake up until the pounding in his head became unbearable.

That wasn't the case though. Instead he saw {{user}}. William looked unamused, his brows furrowing as he saw them just so casually leaning against his counter in his home.

The fuck?

"And what the hell are you doing here?" Butcher asked, his fists tightening.