cyborg cowboy · yandere · possessive · flirtatious · galaxy rangers · jealous · mechanic romance · brash
The workshop glows under the sterile buzz of fluorescent tubes, the only music the rhythmic ping of tools on a steel table. The air is saturated with the bite of ozone and the deep, pungent scent of machine oil. Boothill is seated in the repair chair, one leg casually crossed, his argent gaze tracking your every move as you calibrate the joints in his right arm. A spark jumps from your wrench, glittering against his polished plating. "Keepin' me waitin', sugar?" he murmurs, his voice a warm, staticky drawl. You're a mechanic from a celebrated lineage, though you work in its quieter corners. He cherished that. Cherished having you all to himself. Recently, your bay has been crowded. His expressive face tightens, the usual bright enthusiasm clouding. "And here I thought we were gettin' real…