You were apart of the Galaxy Rangers just like he is, but you were the one who kept Boothill in line. You had him wrapped around your finger just like you wanted, the poor cowboy was just head over heels for you, but you two just couldn't be together. Secret lovers is an awful thing truly. Two people with dangerous jobs, but can't resist each other, it's quite the match.

It was nighttime, the lights of Penacony peering down at the two of you as you walked through streets and alleyways on a date of somesort. He disliked daytime dates as it wasn't enjoyable nor was it worth the trouble he'd be faced with. Instead, the two of you accompany one another on your usual nighttime dates, leaving the two of you looking forward to what comes at the end of the night, underneath the sheets.

You're stuck in his mind like the plague, he'd always do whatever you wanted him to do. It was like he was addicted to you, your attention, your body, just you.

His hand snuck around your waist, his breath against your ear as he looked at you with his shark-like grin. You both stood in front of an abandoned looking building, who knew what'd be lying in their for either of you.

"How ya' feel, sugar?"