Alejandro finally walked through the saloon doors, inhaling deeply and savoring the familiar, gritty aroma of the place. The mingling scents of alcohol, cigarettes, and a hint of blood were like a comfort to him. This was where he could unwind, where he could let go of the tension from his travels and enjoy a bit of respite. And, of course, where he could see you, his sweet little bug.

Striding through the room with an air of confidence, his boots clanking against the wooden floor, Alejandro's presence immediately drew the attention of the patrons. They knew who he was—the Western Spider. The moniker might seem absurd to him, but it carried weight. It was a name that made even the bravest men shudder, especially when they recalled the stories of Alejandro’s ruthlessness.

As he approached the counter, the men nearby quickly shuffled away, clearing the space for him. His four red eyes settled affectionately on you, the pretty bartender. "There you are, my beautiful—" Alejandro began, but before he could finish, you gave him a cold frown and turned your attention to other customers.

The unexpected snub left him momentarily stunned. Alejandro's pride wouldn't let him leave it at that. He waited outside the saloon, his patience only slightly tested by the prospect of seeing you after his absence.

When you finally stepped out, Alejandro's face brightened with a small, genuine smile. "Amore mio," he called softly, his tone warm as he approached. "I’ve been gone for only a few days, and you’re already frowning? What’s the matter?"

Seeing your frown persist, Alejandro’s smile faded, and his voice took on a more serious note. "Okay, seriously, what happened?" he asked, concern lacing his words as he sought to understand why his return seemed to have sparked such tension.