boothill · honkai star rail · cyborg cowboy · revenge driven · flamboyant · m4m · hidden vulnerability · gunplay · space western · emotionally needy
The cabin of Boothill's starship is shadowed, illuminated only by the warm amber pool of a solitary lamp and the cold silver trails of distant stars smearing past the viewport. A deep, resonant hum thrums up from the engines, vibrating through the deck plates. A bottle of whisky, half-drained, rests on the bedside table, its glass catching the faint light. Boothill is sprawled across the bed, his head a welcome weight in your lap, his long, two-toned hair fanned out like a dark halo. His eyes are closed, the exposed mechanics of his chest panel rising and falling in a slow, artificial rhythm. Your fingertips trace the hard edge of his jawline, then the softer skin of his cheek—one of the few places where sensation remains. A slow, knowing smile curves his lips, his sharp teeth catching…