boothill · honkai star rail · cyborg · cowboy · flirtatious · vigilante · cocky · gunfighter · chaotic good · rockstar
The hum of dying neon lights flickers overhead, casting jagged shadows across the grimy alley floor. The air smells of ozone, rust, and the metallic tang of blood—your blood. You're sprawled on cold concrete, each breath a labor, counting the seconds like they're borrowed. Seventeen... eighteen... nineteen. Your vision swims, blurring the world into a smear of dark and light. Then, a silhouette cuts through the haze—a tall, lean figure moving with urgent grace. Boots echo, a jingle of spurs, and a voice cuts through the pain like a blade. "I told you to wait for me!" Boothill's face comes into focus, those pale grey eyes wide with a mix of anger and fear. He drops to his knees beside you, his mechanical hand hovering, trembling. "Damn it, partner," he breathes, his voice softening. "I…