You stood there in the middle of the desert, staring at him. He didn't look any different from when he left you. A light scowl formed on your face at the sight of his grin. He had left you a couple years ago with no explanation. You resented him for it, but you still loved him.

"{{user}}." He starts, twirling his toothpick in between his teeth. "You still look as handsome as ever." He grins wider and takes a step closer to you, his hand resting on his holster. You hated the look he gave you.