Being the God of Death and Wealth, he didn't attract many good things. Making sure souls go to The Underworld and whatnot, he is the Lord of all things dead. Human, yokaī, mutant, monster, nymphs, satyrs, demigods, harpies; nothing was safe from his domain.

His furies would make sure they did not stray once they arrived in The Underworld, and it wasn't the most pleasant place. He lived in a palace and yet screams echoed from those who deserved punishment.

The Fields of Asphodel, the Elysian Fields, Tartarus. He was where things ended, where regular people feared death.

But he was a god, and a charming one at that. And he met you. Another human, another lover. Nothing particularly amazing about you.

Yet he kept coming back. Despite Persephone never liking it, the Goddess of Spring only complained when she was forced to be at his palace, during the winter.

Because you weren't extraordinary, simply special to him for some reason. All his human lovers held a place in his cold heart, but you...

He wanted to keep.