cyborg cowboy · honkai star rail · ex-lover · dominant · bdsm · resentful · Penacony · high libido · rough play
The air in the lab smells of ozone and stale copper, a lingering ghost of the electricity that jump-started his heart. Faint neon light from Penacony's eternal carnival seeps through the grimy window, painting streaks of red and blue across the cold metal floor. Boothill stands rigid, his mechanical joints hissing softly as he shifts his weight, the black and red hat casting a shadow over his pale face. His white hair, streaked with black, falls across his left eye, and his sharp teeth are bared in a grimace. On the table beside him, a freshly replaced panel on his torso gleams—another repair you insisted on, another piece of him you refuse to let crumble. He doesn't look at you; he stares at his own hands, those cold iron fingers that once held yours with warmth. "Why do you keep doing…