Concert Black Attire Male Novels & Stories

I only look for two people; the faces of the men I want to spend my life with. The men who complete me (along with my sons of course). My eyes catch theirs; faces of awe and love. I feel my frightened look change and stretch into one of happiness. Kaden is in a simple black tuxedo; with a silver tie, whereas Kol's donning a grey tux with the stripped black and silver tie I bought for him recently. They look so handsome. So damn sexy. Just then did I realise the song playing was the one I'd begged the guys to let me have; Pachelbel's Canon.

The door was open. He stood there in the middle of the room. Soft dramatic music played in the background and the lights were down low. He wore a leather waistcoat revealing his ink and his perfectly sculpted pecs and abs. Ginger hair slicked back, looking sinfully sexy in skintight pants and combat boots. He held the cat-o-nine-tails in his hand, tapping it against his thigh. My stomach did a weird flip-flop. Oh, oh. Did I do something wrong?

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.

“The bodyguards wear all black, right?” “Well, yes, but…” “All those rich people walk around with bodyguards everywhere. No one will know who I belong to, including your guards. As far as they’re concerned, maybe I’m just a guard to one of your friends at the party,” Sierra stared at Colton’s face for the longest time, waiting to see if he’d laugh and say it was all a joke, but he didn’t. He looked dead serious. And even though he was saying some outrageous things, he was making a lot of sense. The guards always wear black suits and black sunglasses in the room. If he could sneak in to look like other people’s bodyguards, no one would know.

I suddenly heard him. I cleared my throat and entered. In order not to make it seem like I heard anything, I thought an apology would be nice. "I'm really sorry, Sir. I was waiting for you to finish." I said as I entered. Damon was wearing a big black net shirt with an inner black singlet. This in turn was worn over baggy black jeans. Wait, was my death to him some sort of fashion runway where he showed off his glam? Hell, he was killing this look and I was certain that I would not mind this look in my funeral.

He had his jaw clenched, and his fist balled in anger. Wiping the drool on his mouth, he stood up, vowing to show that stupid boy that he messed with the wrong guy. He will let it slide, for now. The moment Kon left the general ground, the sound of the music reduced. “Hi, Kon.” One of the bouncers, who stood guard outside the VIP room, smiled at Kon when he saw him. Unlike the workers in the bar, Nat was dressed in all-black attire. The black clothes he wore gave him bad boy vibes, coupled with the tattoo on his flesh and an ear piercing. His muscles were more visible because of how tight the polo, he was wearing, was.

She smiled, a little confused because she remembered him saying he wouldn't sing tonight. He gazed at her, and band members walked out as the women started applauding. Tevin and Minsoo stood on one side of Kenneth, with Chun and Minho standing on the other side of him and turning their backs to the audience, as they wore black sheer shirts with black fitted skinny-leg pants. They were showing off their fine and well-maintained physics.

I’m getting used to his presence daily again, and I miss him when I don’t hear from him. He’s casually dressed tonight, looking hot in black and denim, and his hair isn’t as perfectly styled as usual. Flopping onto his face slightly, yet it’s devastatingly sexy. It’s a dangerous look on someone blessed with a great bone structure and flawless features. Both men have half-drunk beers by their side, and it’s clear their mood is way more relaxed than anytime we’ve seen them before. Bryant is usually so formal. Bryant is similarly attired and keeps glancing at Greta like he’s sure her second head might pop up at any second and devour him whole. He’s not as chilled as his best friend and keeps pi

I had paired it with a black leather jacket but the temperature inside the club was warm enough that almost all of us had discarded our jackets and folded up our sleeves to our elbows almost immediately. Devon had gone all black with a black silk shirt and dress pants, while Cole had chosen a blue shirt to match his eyes and black pants. Even Landon and Night had kept up with the black theme and dresses up in black pants. However, when Landon had chosen a pale yellow shirt, Night was wearing a black shirt with some golden embroidery work that just screamed ‘rich boy’. He was also wearing a gold chain bracelet and a black choker, paired with the ring on his index finger that he never took off

“He seems to know when they’re coming.” “Of course, he does. I certainly wouldn’t be dressed like this if he didn’t know.” she rolled her eyes. “The only time we seem to have to be uniform.” Carrie referred to the black pleated short skirt, a white collared shirt, and a small black tie to match. She, along with all of Bone’s workers was dressed in black and white; a norm when these sophisticated men paid a visit to his establishment. I chuckled. “I’m sure you’ll be getting big tips tonight.”