Concert Black Attire Male นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Candles in tall glass vases sit on the ground at the end of each row, lining the aisle the bridal party will walk down, and plaid blankets cover the ground, creating a path for them. The males stand right at the edge of the lake, dressed in black tuxes with velvet lapels and varying vest colors underneath — Wesley’s is a traditional, simple black with a black bow tie, but Nolan is in a golden yellow, Sebastian is in a deep red, and Reid is in a forest green — and they each have a small boutonniere of jasmine on their lapel.

Something Declan hoped he would be sorely disappointed with. Dinner with the royals also meant dressing more presentably, but Declan was not one for rules and instead took a collarless dark grey shirt with a slight V cut at the front, he had his sleeves folded to the elbows, paired with black pants and boots that reached his calves. A black belt hung around his waist completing his simple look. A silver tag necklace he always wore hung in his shirt. A loud banging on the door of his bedroom made Declan frown, walking over he pulled it open, glaring at the blond man who had clearly got dressed for the occasion.

Several of them were fidgeting with their tuxes, but they all wore their masks. One of the brothers, Sebastian, handed Dorian his. He slid it on, moving next to Heathcliff. They all looked dashing. Cindy thought so too. I could tell by the tittering noises coming from her throat. Their tuxes were all black, except Bart's. His tux was a dark gray, the same as his mask. There were other, subtler differences in the cut and shape of their tuxes, but the significant variance was the colors of their ties and vests.

Declan looked at himself in the mirror, unsure. He'd never been to a rave before. Never known what to dress in for one. So he wore all white, old skinny jeans he didn't use because he had new ones now, and a simple V-neck T-shirt. He gelled his hair into fashionably messy, and tied a purple checkered black scarf around his neck. Black shoes on his feet, he set out to the little area they were meeting in to go to the dance together.

Other than Cassius, he’s the most captivating guy I have ever laid eyes on. He stands tall, commanding attention with his imposing presence. His black tuxedo emphasizes his muscular physique, hinting at his immense physical strength and athleticism. The smooth fabric of his tuxedo adds to his undeniable charm. He opts for a timeless combination of a black tuxedo and a crisp white dress shirt, creating a striking contrast. This contrast brings out his flawless tan and highlights the captivating shade of his mesmerizing grayish-blue eyes and has my heart pounding in my chest. No one has ever made me feel this way but Cassius and I'm having a hard time figuring out what's going on.

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.

Both men are dressed in all black, with a red tie wrapped around their necks to offset the dark color. Their looks draw the attention of the many female servants standing off to the side of the room. Their excited whispers carry to my ears, causing a chuckle to move up my chest. Kenji and Levi do not even spare the whispering women a glance, their loyalty one hundred percent on our beautiful mate.

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