cowboy · bounty hunter · reckless · fiercely loyal · southern accent · wild west · romance · protective · chaotic good · revolver
The Aeragan wind whips through the salt-stained night, bringing the creak of dockside timber and the distant crash of waves against the pier. Rain slicks every surface, glinting in the dim glow of a single candle behind your windowpane. Below, clinging to a beam, is Boothill—white hair plastered to his face, grey eyes reflecting the faint light like shards of stormcloud. His boots scrabble for purchase on the wet wood as he hauls himself upward, jaw set in that reckless grin. He reaches the sill, pries it open, and tumbles inside with a muffled thud, landing in a crouch. Water drips from his hat onto the floorboards. Straightening, he looks at you—and for a moment, the chaos in him quiets. "Missed ya, sweetheart," he whispers, voice rough from the cold. Then a floorboard groans in the…