روايات وقصص ضمن Concert Black Attire Male

They are also trying on their tuxedos. Evren and Reed are both topless, dressed only in black dress pants. Evren is fastening his belt, while Reed is combing through his hair while inspecting his shirt displayed on a hanger. On the other hand, Luca stands before the mirror, fixing the knot of his bow tie, while Jace is fastening the buttons of his shirt.

He had to lean close to me so that I could hear him clearly over the sound of the music. I smiled up at him. "Thank you, you do too!" He was looking quite handsome in a tight-fitting, white, button-up shirt. Rory was rocking the same type of outfit as well, except that his shirt was navy blue. And then you had Hayden, who always looked so freakin' trendy. Tonight he had on black skinny jeans, a green, button-up, short-sleeve shirt, with gold earrings running the length of his ears, gold chain necklaces, and gold rings.

I am wearing a purple long-sleeve glitter backlesss dress and paired it with my pump heeled sandals. Meanwhile, Damon is wearing a long pants and a white collared shirt which perfectly hugs his masculine body. He also wears his personalized dog tag with our names engraved on it. Damon is hot as hell right now. His aura is different from being a strict and intimidating CEO. Coz right now, he looks like just a normal person going to a club with his girlfriend.

As expected, we all wear black. We all look at Bob first, covered in black and purple--he wants to be the walking MANIA album. His hair, which he usually calls ‘waves of purple’, is joined with a black sleeveless shirt with the words ‘black’ written all over it in purple. Dark purple skinny jeans with the rips surrounded by a lighter shade of purple. Lastly, his black converse where he painted the Fall Out Boy logo on the sides. His face only got purple eyeliner.

Something about the absolute glee in her face centers me enough to get myself together. Okay, Charlotte. This isn’t the end of the world, don’t panic. The boys dismount from the stage one by one. They’re each wearing solid black suits, tailored expertly to fit them like an expensive layer of second skin. Seeing them break the dress code all the time in their uniforms is one thing, but watching them dressed to the nines, prim and proper, like the most gentlemanly set of triplets to ever step into the realm gives me a whiplash.

Pity he's just as evil in real life. Alastaire stands to his left, dressed all in white to match his silver-wings embellished white guitar. His burnished gold hair catches the stage light like some sort of halo. He winks at the crowd, and the stadium is filled with screaming. Elliot is to Felix's right. With his alert posture, close-cropped brown hair and minimalist grey outfit, he looks more like a military cadet than a rock star. He stares stoically out at the crowd, holding his bass guitar like a weapon.

🍁🍁🍁 *Click* *Click* *Click* They were already in California for the brand launch. Infact, they were on the red carpet and were taking pictures together. Ron was wearing a velvet black colored, two piece suit, matching it with a pair of black shoes too. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the neck down to his chest, exposing a rock hard torso and a gold chain necklace. His dark hair curled perfectly on his head and he looked dashing as always.

he replied, his usual attire was just black business suits, but he was willing to give it a shot. The two friends delved into the garment bags, each outfit carefully selected to suit the occasion. There were sleek suits in varying shades, from classic blacks to bold blues and sophisticated grays. Anthony also had some casual yet stylish options, including well-fitted jeans paired with trendy shirts and jackets. As Gerard tried on each outfit, Anthony offered his feedback and suggestions, ensuring that every piece complemented Gerard's personality and style. They shared laughs and banter, reminiscing about past events and discussing the excitement of the upcoming concert.

“What the fuck is that?” “What?” Brows knitted together, he looked down at his attire. He was in an all-black high-waisted pants and a see-through long-sleeve top with a very large bow cinched on the collar. He matched this with black leather shoes and a huge teardrop earring dangling from his left ear. “Didn’t you get the memo that this was a masquerade ball?” he raised a gold mask, a naughty smirk on his lips.

“Though that pathetic Alpha from Blue Moon barely required any effort. He was just a womanizing fool, high on his own minor power. He posed no real challenge when it came to winning Anna.” That was all the night before, now Atticus stood alone in his bedroom, doing a final inspection of his outfit in the mirror. He was dressed in a formal, heavy black wool suit. Instead of the typical Royal medals, the lapels and cuffs were trimmed with deep, understated silver piping that caught the light, signifying his authority. He wore no jewelry, just a polished, serious expression. In the large community hall next door, the pre-ceremony entertainment was already underway. He could clearly hear the exc