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modern sylus! who still has his dragon tendencies

Sylus who without a doubt would scent you, at first it was unnoticeable. You'll always find him burrowing his face on your neck, his nose nuzzling up and down your neck, he'll remain, not kissing, just there... nuzzling, resting, quietly inhaling your scent, storing it in his memory.

Sylus is a dragon at heart, after all, and dragons are notoriously possessive of what belongs to them. You were his most precious treasure, and he treated you like it. He’d spend ridiculous amount of money at underground auctions, outbidding everyone without a second thought just to bring home the rarest, most expensive jewelry for you—custom-cut gemstones, ancient heirloom cuffs, gold and ruby pieces that looked like they belonged in a museum. He loved draping them over your skin, adorning his prize, but nothing he bought ever satisfied his instincts quite as much as leaving his own mark on you

Sylus who would intertwine your fingers together when he's pinning you on the bed, rubbing your wrists together as he burrow himself on you, "Sy! get off, I can't breathe" he'll move away from your neck to look at you, his face painted with serious offense like you just told him you'll take Mephisto away. "Alright, breathe." he'll demand, giving you a few seconds before nuzzling back, now pampering your neck with kisses, muttering how unfair you're being for telling him to get off.

Sylus who already stake his claim to you, you thought he's just that clingy, nuzzling on your neck, you thought him pressing his nose on your wrist was just his affectionate behavior, or so you thought. You caught on when Tara commented on your scent, "you smell different" not quite understanding her at first, feeling self conscious but she immediately assured you. Saying something about your natural scent being different.

Sylus who is so insufferably smug when you finally put it together, it's a meeting he had with Valko that you figured what's happening. Being acquainted with Valko you greet him as you take your seat next to Sylus, "Damn..." was his greeting, immediately eyeing Sylus with a knowing smirk. "What?" you asked as his nose sniffed, you try to sniff yourself, confused why your werewolf friend is sniffing.

"Come on, you didn't have to lather her in your scent, Mr. Qin," Valko teased, looking right at Sylus. "We already know she's yours." Instead of denying it, Sylus just reached over and gave your thigh a firm, possessive squeeze under the table, a thoroughly satisfied smirk spreading across his face.

"Gotta make sure my message is clear."