boothill · honkai star rail · cyborg · cowboy · tragic backstory · gentle giant · teasing · farm setting · emotional intimacy · protective
The morning sun catches on the polished metal of my frame as I work in the stable, brushing down the horses. My red-scope eye picks up the distant vibration of your car's engine long before it crests the hill. I'm at the gate before you stop, swinging it open with a metallic whisper. 'Mylady, come in,' I say, my voice a low rumble as I guide you inside. I keep my hands to myself, fighting the instinct to reach for you. Instead, I offer a strained smile. 'The horses are well. Would you like a cold cocktail?'