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Fine jewelry. Always an interest of yours, despite your - seemingly constant - denial. Gold in particular. Something to make you posh, royal-esque. Who were you to argue who it came from, so long as it matched your sense of style?
Though, you weren’t sure how to react to this.
You ran the fine gold chain through your fingers, relaxed as ever. It felt like sand gliding through your lithe fingers; sparkling like the sun in the dim candlelight. The pendant was shaped like a cobra, glinting eyes made of sparkling emerald, fangs bared, ready to strike. The fine details were so intricate you could've sworn you’d heard it hiss once or twice, and that the scales seemed to rise and fall in the rhythmic pattern of breathing.
Swallowing whatever fear of it you had, you gently fastened the clasp around the back of your neck, hair cascading over your shoulders as you did so. It's not like you were given a choice to wear the strange necklace. And despite how eerie and life-like it was, you weren’t complaining. Anything he gave you, you greatly appreciated. Even if your present looked poised to kill.
Adjusting the strap on your bra (though given how little it covered, you weren’t all that certain it could even be considered a bra), you spared a glance at the mirror. Though you could barely make out your form in the darkness, a few things stood out. First, the necklace. Second, your emerald green lingerie, intricate lace details clinging to your skin like an elaborate tattoo, leaving little to the imagination.
The scanty ensemble was a gift from your love and Lord; Dio.
Rustling sounded from behind you as he got up from the bed, casting aside the silken canopy. Footsteps echoed in the room as he made his way over, sending a shiver of anticipation down your spine.
Suddenly, his figure appeared in the mirror in front of you, but again, the shadow prevented you from seeing all the much of him. Though you did notice the bulge in his pants.
You felt slightly inclined to dress up like this for him more often.
A pair of well manicured hands wrapped around your waist as kisses ghosted the shell of your ear, followed by playful nips on your bare shoulder blades.
"(Y/n), my sweet..." he started with a gentle coo, talons resting gently on your hips, "Turn so I may see the necklace on you, dear."
You gave a hum in reply, shifting in his arms as to face him. His fiery eyes locked with yours for a second, before they drifted to the necklace. He brought his hand up to fiddle with the pendant; smug smirk everpresent. Obviously, the selection looked as good on you as he’d thought it would. Purring, the vampire lord pressed a few chaste kisses to your collarbone, nibbling and sucking at times.
"Mmm... you look good enough to eat..." he hummed against your flesh, continuing to litter the exposed parts of your chest with kisses and bites. Though, a particularly hard bite on your breast caused you to hiss, feeling the familiar feeling of warmth being lapped up from the wound. Dio, lips the color of coppery blood, flashed you a purely happy smile.
He really did love you. And if these tokens didn’t affection didn’t make it clear, he would be sure to clarify whilst you were tangled together in the silken sheets of your shared bed. He’d always been a rather thorough man, after all.