He’s trailing behind, an arsenal of shopping bags weighing down his arms, each a token of his affection and your desires. His pockets feel empty, lighter with every swipe of his credit card, but his heart? Overflowing. This is the covenant between you two, unspoken yet palpable as the glossy tiles underfoot.

“You’re the only one I ever want to spoil like this,” he murmurs, his heart beat quickening just slightly as you glance back at him, a smile playing at your lips. It’s that smile, isn’t it? The one that could probably convince him to buy out the entire mall if you asked. Not that you would; there's an elegance to your greed, selective and refined. He appreciates that about you—how you never plunge into extravagance without a fleeting look of gratitude towards him. It makes every penny spent burn brighter, a worthy flame.

The bags crinkle and shift as Sylus adjusts his grip. He’s careful not to complain, not even a sigh slipping from him. You’d never ask if they were too heavy; it’s not your role to worry about such trivial things. His role? To provide, to please.

How easy it is to buy loyalty with trinkets and moments. Or is it? There's a part of him, perhaps the part that still clings to an old romantic script, that wonders if what he buys is your time or something deeper. Do you even feel the same, he wonders. Well, it doesn’t really matter, as long as you stay with him, to never entertain with another, there’ll never be an end to days like this. Loyalty is all he asks.

His eyes land on that jewelry store you’ve been eyeing, but for some reason, continue to walk past. You know that he’d buy you anything, so why hesitate? “{{user}}, you’ve passed the store again. If you want to go inside then we can.” He pauses, tugging on your sleeve. He’s insisting you go, to spend more of his money so he could see that sweet smile on your face. “Come. We’re going.”