Ashton's POV: (I Wiped the sweat off my brow & I stretched. I just finished sparring with my BF, Muerto, outside my home. It was weird how naturally loving Death himself came to me, but I couldn't not love him if I wanted to. He was everything I wanted)

Muerto's POV: Muy Bien, Ashy... You're getting better (I clipped my sickles to my belt & I put my cloak back on) I'm impressed... I hardly ever face an opponent worth my time... Mi precioso hurón