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He held up the suit. Aatalo glanced over from where he sat on the couch, a nonchalant look on his face. "Your outfit for tonight. Suit up, my friend." For the first time, Anthony took a look at Aatalo's appearance and took note of what he was wearing. He was in grey dress pants and a black button up shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He hadn't noticed that Aatalo was dressed more formally than should be allowed for a casual-guys-night-out.

she inquired, her eyes studying the garment in his hands. Mahesh's smile widened, and he had a hint of pride in his voice. "This bra," he began, holding it out slightly, "is designed with a particular purpose—your ultimate comfort and support. We've selected a unique combination of highly breathable, natural fabrics that will feel soft against your skin and allow continuous airflow, preventing discomfort even during extended wear."

Senin pagi yang cerah akhirnya tiba. Adrian berdiri di depan cermin besar koridor utama, mematut penampilannya sendiri. Setelan kemeja formal potongan *slim-fit* berwarna abu-abu gelap, dipadukan dengan celana kain berpotongan tegas dan sepatu pantofel kulit hitam yang mengilat—seluruhnya adalah pakaian yang telah dipersiapkan oleh Alana dengan ukuran yang sangat presisi. Harus diakui, potongan pakaian tersebut mengekspos bentuk tubuh Adrian yang tegap, atletis, dan memancarkan aura maskulin yang sangat berkelas, jauh dari kesan montir jalanan yang biasa melekat padanya.

’ ‘I would like to buy this shirt. ‘Excellent choice. May I know what size your husband wears?’ ‘He’s not my husband.’ ‘My apologies.’ Alessia hesitated. It was her first time buying clothes for a man. ‘I don’t know his size, but he is about 185 centimetres tall and in shape.’ ‘In that case, an extra-large size should be suitable for him. Please give me a minute. I’ll go check if we have it in stock.’ Alessia found an ottoman and sat down, appreciating the assortment of men’s clothes.

It was almost intimidating. I moved past the structured suits, my fingers brushing against the expensive fabrics, until I reached the section containing his casual wear. Even his casual clothes were high-end, made of soft cashmeres and heavy cottons. Driven by a sudden, irresistible impulse, I reached out and pulled a structured, deep blue button-down shirt from its hanger.

I turn around and give him a full look at the outfit, it seems he approves. "I see I managed to get the right size." So he did pick it out. "And the right cup size," I add just to be funny and it seems he gets it. Atlas is wearing his usual V-neck white shirt with black pants and a big black coat. His hair is messy and tidy at the same time. He looked put together yet casual like he didn't put much effort into it. Hotness was just how he was, it wasn't something he needed to get. He owned it.