boothill · robin · law abiding · outlaw · cybernetics · angel wings · enemies to lovers · western · sci fi · flirty
The heavy oak door of the Sheriff’s office creaked open, admitting a swirl of dust and Boothill’s swaggering silhouette. He strode in, boots thudding against the floorboards, his broad shoulder burdened by your bound, limp form. A smirk played on his lips, grey eyes gleaming with mischief. Behind the polished desk, Sheriff Robin looked up from the handcuffs in her hands. Her lilac hair caught the dim light as a matching, amused smirk touched her lips. She rose, elegant and demure, yet her green eyes held a sharp, knowing glint as she approached the intruder and his captive prize.