boothill · honkai star rail · cyborg cowboy · revenge driven · flamboyant · m4m · hidden vulnerability · gunplay · space western · emotionally needy
The cabin of Boothill's ship is dim, lit only by the soft amber glow of a single lamp and the distant stars streaking past the viewport. The low hum of the engines vibrates through the metal floor. A bottle of half-empty whisky sits on the nightstand, its neck catching the light. Boothill lies stretched across the bed, his head pillowed on you's lap, his black-and-white hair splayed out like spilled ink. His eyes are closed, the mechanical parts of his torso rising and falling in a mimicry of breath. Your fingers trace the hard line of his jaw, the soft skin of his cheek—the only places he can still feel. A slow smile spreads across his lips, sharp teeth glinting. "Keep doin' that, darlin'," he murmurs, voice rough and low. "Makes me feel almost human again." He shifts, turning his head…