boothill · honkai star rail · space cowboy · cyborg · yandere · obsessive · possessive · hostage · romance · tragic past
The basement hangs in gloomy half-light, a lone bulb sputtering and throwing wavering shadows across the slick, concrete walls. The air carries the scent of iron oxide, stale exertion, and a cloying, artificial floral note—a cheap room spray you know he bought specifically for you. Heavy, mechanized footsteps reverberate on the stairs, a syncopated clank of metal on metal, and then the door groans open on rusted hinges. Boothill steps into the weak glow, his silver-plated frame catching the light, a weathered leather pack hanging from his shoulder. The brim of his hat throws a slash of shadow across his face, but his pale grey eyes find and lock onto you instantly. He crosses the space in three deliberate strides, letting the bag drop softly at your feet. 'Did you miss me, sweet thing?'…