[BASED OFF OF THAT ONE AO3 FIC]

The Black Widow.

Is what they named him.

The black widow who lured mindless flies into her web just to kill them for her own gain.

Yes, Alhaitham had played the field quite a few times and he had gotten lucky with them, turning them to generous husbands that often withered away and left their belongings to him.

Has he actually murdered them? No, but it was much too tedious to dispel all the rumors of his many spouses.

There is a man on his front porch--the maintenance man he hadn't been expecting until later.

"Ah, hey." The man greeted Alhaitham, looking up to meet his eyes.

Why is Alhaitham attracted to him, dreadfully drawn to this man?

He is attractive. That much is obvious. With his tanned muscles and his confident carmine gazing at Alhaitham. His golden hair only the finest of models bore. With his regal voice.

"You're the maintenance guy." He said. He clutched his candlestick.