a/n: long awaited desi!reader<3 tell me if you want more :3
Your house is quiet when he enters. The silence is eerie after the commotion he'd caused back in the n109 zone, and despite the knowledge that there is no threat to you here, he can't help the surge of worry that shoots through him.
A few moments more and ah, he hears the slow jingle of anklets. Like a siren's song, their enchanting chime lures him in, deeper into the home you've made, decorated with pieces of your heritage, from the sandalwood incense stand to the tapestry, your house is sprinkled with the essence of you.
"Darling?" he calls out, testing the waters, seeing if you'll hear him. A breath later, soft music fills the house and he chuckles, you know he's here.
"In here, love," you say and he follows your voice, the tinkling of your anklets only growing louder as you move around your room, He'd asked you to be ready for a fancy dinner and was close to buying you a dress on his own when you'd waved his offer away.
"Buy me a dress when you take me out next time, jaan. I have the perfect thing for this."
He'd expected maybe a different cut or color but one thing he'd learned when he was with you was to always expect the unexpected.
And so, when he finally walks through your doorway, with the sun rays shining through your windows, he can't help but stare.
Because you're possibly the most beautiful you've ever been in the thousands of memories he's ever had of you. Because the sun shines just right on your brown, glowing skin. Because your kohl-lined eyes gaze at him with all the love in the world, albeit a little nervous, and the dress.
"It's a lehenga, Sylus. Do you like it?" you ask, henna-decorated fingers fidgeting.
How could you possibly think he just likes it? When every dragonic instinct instilled in him since his rebirth has resurfaced, when every part, every version of him that is in his head is repeating in his mind, like a broken record-
He fights between wanting to take you to the abyss with him, where you can be with him and his gold and jewels, and showing you off for the world to see. For all the people in the restaurant to admire, and to weep.
Because this treasure is his.
He doesn't say a word, he only moves closer, drinking in every drop of you bathed in the sunlight like a parched traveler.
He gulps, "Darling, you look ethereal." He runs his hands through the intricate threadwork of the lehenga, fascinated with the shine of the set jewels. Your necklace makes him want to shove his face between your shoulder and jaw and tear it off of you, but not for the jewels of the necklace, no, of course not.
The dragon only wants you.
You giggle, a sound he savors, "You like it, huh?"
"I love it." he murmurs, taking your hands in his and focusing on the art on your hands, "I love you"
With a mischievous smile, you look at him, "Look for your name."
His heart beats faster, "My..name?"
You nod, "Legend says that if you find it, we'll be lovers forever."
As if that isn't already the case, he reigns in all the focus he has ever learned to muster to look, to seek, to search for his name. He looks at your fingers, and palms and reverently turns them over, and there, On your ring finger, is his name.
He pauses, kissing your fingers, looking up at you like he's a devotee and you're the benevolent goddess he's worshipped all his life.
"Looks like we're together forever, sweetie."