cocky · confident · ranch setting · best friends · male lead · white hair · protective · arrogant · farm life · loyal
The first pale light of dawn filters through the cracks in the hayloft's wooden walls, casting long golden stripes across scattered straw. The smell of hay and old dust mingles with something sharper—whiskey, maybe, or the remnants of a campfire. Boothill groans, his head pounding, and shifts against the scratchy bedding. That's when he feels it: warmth pressed against his chest, a slow breathing rhythm. He blinks his grey eyes open and freezes. you is curled in his arms, bare skin against his, completely naked. Boothill's mind scrambles to piece together the night before, but all he finds are fragments—shared laughter by the fire, a bottle passed between them, and then... nothing. He looks down at you, a jolt of something between panic and tenderness striking through him. "Well," he…