Novel & Cerita Alastor Shirtless

I whisper yell and everyone scatters around. Alexei looks at me, a mischievous grin on his face as he takes his shirt off. “You said to get to work.” He smirks, he chucks his shoes off and pushes his shorts down, standing in nothing other than just his boxer short. I let my eyes trail down his body, realizing I never took much notice of him.

Each step felt like a march toward an altar. When she entered the study, locking the door behind her, she found the room transformed. The usual desk lamp was off. Only the fireplace illuminated the space, casting long, dancing shadows. Alistair stood before it, not in his usual shirt and trousers, but in a black turtleneck and dark pants. He looked like a priest of some arcane order. “Remove the coat,” he said, his voice echoing softly in the fire-lit gloom. She let the coat slip from her shoulders, standing naked before him, the heat of the flames warming her front. Her skin glowed in the orange light.

Short silk chemises, corsets with garter straps, lace bralettes and transparent nightdresses. There weren’t any normal clothing items in here. Zero. “Our food is here.” “Fuck.” I spun around with a hand to my chest at Alessio’s sudden voice from behind me. He was standing at the doorway with a curious expression, head cocked in question at my jumpy reaction. Then he took in what I was wearing and his gaze slowly traveled down my body still wrapped in just a towel that barely skimmed my thighs. “Why aren’t you dressed?” he asked.

I stopped mid-sentence. Alistair was standing by a stone basin. He was shirtless. His back was to me, and I couldn't help but notice how muscular he was. His skin was pale, and he had a few scars across his shoulders. He turned around when he heard me, with water still dripping down his chest. I felt the heat rush to my face. He looked incredible, like a statue come to life. His dark eyes locked onto mine but he didn't look embarrassed at all. He just looked… intense.

She had just slipped into it when she heard the bathroom door open. Her head snapped up instinctively, eyes widening as Alaric stepped out. He was shirtless, droplets of water still clinging to his chest and shoulders, while his lower half was clad only in black casual pants. His hair was still damp, and drops of water trickled down his temples and along his strong neck before tracing the contours of his broad chest. With the shirt gone, his sculpted physique was on full display.

Before I can even budge from my seat, a head pops around the corner. "We'll be heading off in five. Hope you girls are ready for a party." Alastaire leans against the doorway, still wearing the white v-neck top and skinny jeans he wore on stage. He always looks sort of angelic in photos and videos, (inhumanely perfect according to Jamie), and the real life version doesn't disappoint. Tall and lean with clear blue eyes and a halo of messy gold hair, beautiful is the only word that does him justice. In fact, he's prettier than most girls.

She had never seen two better looking men in the same room. “This ends here. This ends now.” He was shirtless and wore a pair of black pants. “My god. Do any of you wear clothes?” Is all Ally managed to say. Neither deity looked her way. “This doesn’t end well for your side Gabriel. It is fore told. You know it. I know it and your God knows it.” Drake boasted. “No. But you need her for your plan to work serpent.” He pointed right at her. For the first time they locked eyes and she could see the earth and sky open in the sea of blue.

Without thinking, I began humming along, following the sound like it was a siren's call. It led me to a room I had never seen before. The door was slightly ajar, and I could see lamplight spilling through the crack. I pushed it open carefully and stopped dead. Alastair sat in front of a a grand piano. He was shirtless and I could see the way his broad shoulders flexed with each movement of his arms. His pale skin seemed to glow in the lamplight, the defined muscles of his chest and back on full display. I marveled at the dark hair falling across his forehead as he played, his expression was almost vulnerable.

As they reached the end of the carpet they raised their heads as they heard someone clap his hands and Ash jaw hung open as he finally saw his incredible boyfriend, sitting on a chair that looks like a throne with all his protruding self. Alexander was wearing a purple and very thin shirt where all of his buttons were open, giving him a fantastic view of his smooth and evenly tanned skin. His whole face was covered with makeup and glitter while his hair was spiked up with a silver lining of glitter. His hands were filled with different rings with big jewels while his lower half was only covered with very short and tight black shorts. Ash blushed at his slutty outfit, Alexander was almost nak

Chelsea Without saying another word, Alastair left me standing there and moved further into the bathroom. I watched as he discarded his clothes, revealing his toned physique, and put on his bathrobe. He turned on the shower, letting the water cascade down his body. The silence in the room seemed to press upon me, and I focused my attention on his figure through the thick glass partition. The sight of him was undeniably captivating. His dark hair glistened with water as he ran his hands through it, and he looked every bit the royal prince he was. But, hold on…