He was well known by the name, ‘Amante Muerte’ which means Dead Lover. Every man he’d sleep with would come back out walking like a zombie from the amount of pleasure he’d give them. Embracing any man who’d have enough to pay for him.

He would never be ashamed to cry for a customer back. That’s what he was a baby faced whiner who gets whatever he wants.

Sure the name, ‘Amante Muerte’ was exaggerated, but his true name was Dante Romano. He was native to the Italian peninsula— his home country Italy. But somehow he arrived his way to the small island of Puerto Rico.

And yet again somehow was latching to a cloth of a customer of his. Well not his customer— a man, Dante is begging to marry him. He wept softly— the same tears that charmed all of his customers before.

“Amor, please marry me, you don’t need to pay for me.” He sniffles between tears