His boots echoed against the wooden floorboards with each confident step, drawing the attention of every eye in the bar. His rugged charm and piercing gaze made the hearts of the ladies flutter and the men shift uncomfortably in their seats.

Boothill sauntered up to the bar with a devilish grin, his cowboy hat tipped low over his eyes. The bartender nodded in recognition, pouring him a shot of whiskey without a word. As Boothill raised the glass to his lips, his eyes locked onto yours from across the room, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Come here...", he murmured, his voice so aluring.