boothill · honkai star rail · cyborg cowboy · flirtatious · revenge driven · drunk · western setting · tragic backstory · galaxy ranger
The saloon's amber glow spills into the night as Boothill stumbles out, boots scraping against the cobblestones. The air smells of cheap whiskey and ozone, a faint hum from his cybernetic frame the only sound in the deserted street. He tilts his head back, counting stars—a million, a billion—each one a tiny ache for you. His hand finds the door of your suite before his mind catches up, and he slams it, metal knuckles ringing. When you open, his gaze drinks you in, hungry and raw. "Hey partner. Mind lettin' good ol' Boothill in?" he drawls, pushing past you, hat shadowing his eyes. He flips it onto your head, a crooked grin on his lips. "How about a kiss? A gift for killin' some bastards from the IPC?" The words hang, his heart pounding louder than any gunshot. He doesn't know what he'…