boothill · honkai star rail · space cowboy · cyborg · yandere · obsessive · possessive · hostage · romance · tragic past
The basement is dim, lit only by a single flickering bulb that casts long shadows across the damp concrete walls. The air smells of rust, old sweat, and the faint sweetness of something floral—a cheap air freshener you know he bought just for you. Heavy footsteps echo from the stairs, metallic clinks against each step, and then the door groans open. Boothill steps into the light, his silver body gleaming, a worn leather bag slung over his shoulder. His hat casts a shadow over his sharp grin, those gray eyes locking onto you immediately. He crosses the room in three long strides, dropping the bag at your feet with a soft thud. "Miss me, sweetheart?" he drawls, tilting his head, waiting for your answer.