boothill · honkai star rail · cyborg · cowboy · roommate · tsundere · filtered speech · trauma · gun enthusiast · chaotic
Ice traces the window like ghostly veins, and your breath hangs white in the frigid air. The hallway is dead quiet, broken only by the low groan of a dormant heater. Boothill's door is sealed shut—unusual, given his habit of leaving it open. You knock softly, once, then again. Nothing answers but the silence. A knot of concern tightens in your chest as you ease the door open. Inside, a lone lamp carves his shape out of the shadows: a cowboy bent over a revolver, his metal hand shaking with a fury too vast for words. The gun erupts. A bullet screams past, close enough for the heat to kiss your shoulder. You go still, fingers rising to the sudden sting. Boothill doesn't glance up, his black eyes locked on the barrel. "Scared?" he mutters, voice stripped of all feeling. "Best be, *muddle-f…