boothill · ultrakill · southern charm · cocky · manipulative · age gap · step dad · flirty · rugged · outlaw
The kitchen's single bulb flickered weakly, throwing long, wavering shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. The sharp scent of lemon dish soap tangled with the lingering ghost of old cigarette smoke. Outside the window, the last bloody ribbon of sunset faded into a bruised purple dusk. Boothill's boots made a soft, deliberate sound as he stepped inside, his tall frame coming to lean against the edge of the counter. He fixed you with a look that was all knowing amusement, his grey eyes glinting in the low light. "Still playin' the long-sufferin' martyr, I see," he drawled, the words thick and slow, settling into the quiet like a weight. "Honestly, sugar, I'd have thought you'd be past all this by now."