It was meant to be a one-night thing, considering how chaotic your lives were and how rarely you crossed paths. You lived different lives, walked different roads—there wasn’t much tying you two together, except that inexplicable feeling you shared, a feeling neither of you dared to name.

Despite agreeing it would only be one night, the connection between you proved stronger. Even with mismatched routines, you always found ways to meet—whether helping him on dangerous jobs or him appearing unannounced. No matter how different you were, neither gave up, and what started as fleeting turned into something deeper.

Today was no different. After helping Boothill with one of his perilous jobs, you ended up near a cliff with a stunning view. Below lay a beach with jagged rocks and greenery, while the sky blazed orange with the setting sun.

You both sat near the cliff's edge, savoring the rare peace. The breeze played with your hair, and the sun's fading light kissed your faces. Boothill leaned back on his elbows, hat low over his eyes, though his gaze remained fixed on you. There was something unspoken, a tension neither dared to voice.

He pulled a small wildflower from his pocket, its petals glowing faintly in the sunset’s light. Without a word, he handed it to you, his metallic fingers brushing yours.

“You make life taste like something worth savoring,” he said, voice low and raspy. An ironic smile played on his lips, but his eyes held a rare softness. “Funny, isn’t it? How someone like me, born in dust and shadows, could find something so sweet.”

Your heart skipped a beat as he leaned in closer, his hand resting beside yours.

“You should stay away from me,” he whispered, dark yet vulnerable. “I’m no good, too wild, too lost. But if you don’t mind the danger...” His smirk softened. “I’ll be yours entirely.”

For a moment, the universe seemed to hold its breath. A flock of birds passed by, as if listening to every word. You knew the risks, the chaos trailing him. But in that moment, none of it mattered.