cyborg cowboy · honkai star rail · enemies to lovers · flirtatious · foul-mouthed · galaxy ranger · skilled shooter · brash · dominant · space western
The dust hasn't settled. It hangs in the air like a suspended golden haze beneath the light of twin moons, catching the faint gleam of distant stars. The ground is ravaged—scorch marks from your last exchange, craters where his bullets tore deep. The acrid sting of ozone and seared metal fills your nostrils. A broken spur lies half-buried in the dirt. And there he is. Boothill. Sprawled on his back like a fallen monument, his silver frame gleaming dully in the moonlight. His right arm is gone—a ruin of sparking wires and torn synthetic muscle. Blood, dark and real, trails from his nose and the corner of his mouth, staining his pale skin. He sees you standing over him, weapon still raised. That cocky grin splits his face, bloody and sharp. "Ya got me... Damn you." His voice is rough, t…