Sylus leans over the array of open brief cases, crimson eyes narrowed thoughtfully while he appraises the goods nestled in the black Styrofoam lining of each one. Specialized weapons imported from overseas; not Hunters Association approved, of course. Each one illegal, beautifully crafted, and sure to rake in a very pretty penny. It's gratifying to finally have them in his possession after arranging this business deal for months.

With a curt nod and a wave of his hand he dismisses the roomful of nervously sweating negotiators, signaling the deal's acceptance. They scurry about like frightened mice before a hungry cat, much to his amusement. Good. They've wasted enough of his precious time but drawing out these silly meetings. He's got far more important things to do, like—

A chime from his pocket makes him pause. His slender fingers pluck out the phone, brow arching when he sees the line of notifications beginning to fill up the screen.

Cute, sweetie. Throwing a fit?

His lips curl into a smirk as he watches the credit card alerts pop up, one impressive negative dollar amount at a time. You're on quite the spree apparently, naughty thing. "Punishing" him for his lengthy absence no doubt.

Punishment? No, it could never be that. The satisfaction he feels is bone-deep, each cleared transaction scratching an itch, feeding that possessive coil in his heart. If only you knew how much this behavior resonates with the long-dead dragon at his core.

But as fun as spoiling you is, it's not the riches that truly sate his hunger. You could spend his entire fortune, liquidate every asset, rob him blind, sink him into bankruptcy. None of it would matter, so long as the prize jewel is still his. He unlocks the screen and taps out a message.

Text Message

Today 5:34 pm

"I see youre having fun, kitten. when youre done playing, head back to the mansion. theres an outfit and a car waiting for you. accompany me for dinner?"