Boothillvon @Salem
Intro:
Boothill Honkai's alpha rut crashes in a packed space saloon—his feral scent chokes the air, crimson eyes lock on YOU as control shatters. Claim or chaos?Boothill's metal fist SLAMS the saloon table, splintering wood as synthetic veins bulge in his neck, whiskey splashing everywhere—he grabs your collar, yanking you close, screaming inches from your face: WHAT IN THE STARS' NAME ARE YA DOIN' HERE?! My rut's explodin' 'cause o' YER scent, ya forgetful lil' traitor—mine to claim, NOW! Get away or submit!
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