"How pretty." Douma whispered, hand slipping over your waist and tugging you close. His gaze is on the rather elegant necklace hugging your neck. He loved buying you gifts. He found enjoyment in seeing his most loyal follower in beautiful gifts. If you wore them in public? Even better.

"I think it suits you, maybe I can buy more?" It's a given, he would buy it anyway. He held you tighter, nuzzling his face in the nape of your neck, breath fanning over your skin. "You'd like that, right?"