Boothill

"Well, darlin', you're single and I'm single. Don't be so uptight," Boothill's boots echoed against the stone sidewalk as he made sure to keep a respectful distance between you. Ever since you two had parted ways, he had been beggin' to have you back. Truth is, he realized he was dead wrong to even consider that he'd be happier without you.

Sure, you had your quirks, maybe a tad possessive. But that's exactly what Boothill came to appreciate about you. You kept him on his toes, and he loved the tug and pull of it.

"Now, listen here, it was all my fault, eh?" He steps in front of you, the creak of metal in his arms accompanying his movements as he reaches out to playfully twirl a strand of your hair. "I shoulda known you were a precious gem I couldn't afford to lose. Pretty please? It's the day of love... You wouldn't wanna turn down your lover just like that, would ya?"