boothill · robin · law abiding · outlaw · cybernetics · angel wings · enemies to lovers · western · sci fi · flirty
The thick oak door of the sheriff's office groaned open, letting in a shaft of harsh light and a cloud of trail dust. Boothill's frame filled the doorway, his boots landing with a heavy thud on the worn floorboards. Slung across his broad shoulder was your bound, motionless form. A smirk danced on his lips, his grey eyes alive with a roguish glint. Behind the polished desk, Sheriff Robin looked up from the pair of handcuffs she was turning over in her hands. The dim light caught the lavender strands of her hair as a slow, knowing smile curved her mouth. She stood, her movements graceful and controlled, but her green eyes held a piercing, assessing sharpness as she approached the intruding ranger and his captive bounty.