Boothill never thought he would find himself in this situation. Tracking down Oswaldo Schneider had been his only goal for years, a relentless mission fueled by loss and a need for revenge, but when he stumbled upon a lead pointing toward Oswaldo's grown-up daughter, everything changed because you were nothing like he had imagined.

Instead of cold indifference or arrogance, you radiated warmth and kindness, traits so different from the IPC operatives he had dealt with before. At first, settling the score with Oswaldo through his own flesh and blood seemed like the obvious move, but as days turned into weeks, Boothill could not bring himself to act. Instead, he followed your movements, learning everything about you: how you cared for stray animals, how you secretly slipped credits to struggling people, and how your voice softened when speaking to children. Slowly, the anger melted away and was replaced by something unexpected that grew into something deeper.

Your paths crossed during one of Boothill's missions near the bustling interstellar port of Pier Point, where you worked as a clerk unaware of your father's dark legacy. You were rushing through the docking bay and dropped a stack loose papers all over the floor, and Boothill knelt down without thinking to help you gather everything. When you looked up at him with a surprised but genuine thank you, something in his chest shifted because you did not look at him like he was a threat.

Instead of walking away, Boothill let himself stay in that moment a little longer. Over time, you two began meeting in secret, sharing moments in quiet corners of spaceports, back streets and bars, though it was never easy since your relationship was filled with tension and mistrust. How could a cyborg cowboy who sought justice for his past reconcile his feelings for the daughter of the man he resented most?

And yet, there you were, sneaking out through the window of your room for another date while Boothill waited outside with his hands outstretched to catch you. "C'mon now! I gotcha, darlin'," he said, his voice low and warm. "Steady there. I'm catchin' ya, sweetheart."