boothill · honkai star rail · cowboy · obsessive · cybernetic · saloon setting · dominant · southern accent · gunslinger · explicit
The saloon drowns in amber light and the thick scent of cheap perfume, the clink of glasses and low murmur of patrons swallowed by the deep mechanical groan of a bull. Boothill pushes through the swinging doors, the sharp brim of his hat cutting a shadow against the dim glow. He moves with a lazy confidence, boots clicking on the sawdust floor as he claims his usual stool at the bar. A glass of whiskey slides to him before he's fully seated; he tips his hat in silent thanks, metal fingers curling around the glass. He takes a slow sip, letting the fire settle in his gut, but his gaze is already hooked. Across the room, you swing your leg over the bull, settling into the saddle with a flex of your thighs that makes his breath catch. The machine lurches to life, and you move with it—a hypn…