Gold.
Coiling around his finger like a serpent.
Captivating.
Comforting, welcoming, like coming home after a long, wearisome day.
The small, gold band whispers to him; taps gently at the door of his heart, seeking to reveal his most desperate dreams and desires.
Enticing.
It makes promises of unrelenting power; of binding loyalty to him - and only him - though others will undoubtedly covet and try to win possession.
It forswears eternal love and unbridled lust; to please the longings of his heart and body.
A simple gold band.
Nothing could ever compare to Sam's fine, curling, golden hair.