Concert Black Attire Male นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He pairs it with blue-purple trousers and a brown leather belt. His matching black sneakers complete the look. His short wavy black hair perfectly complements his outfit, and as he slides the guitar across his body, I can barely breathe. I realize I’m still in Dante’s arms, and I quickly pull away with a nervous laugh. I have no idea how Dante knew about my obsession with Christine’s music, but whatever he did to make this happen, I’m grateful.

The bass vibrates through the soles of my boots. The clubhouse is alive. Not with the frantic energy of a siege or the grim silence of a war room, but with a roar of celebration that threatens to lift the new roof right off the beams. Music blares from the jukebox—classic rock, heavy and driving. Smoke hangs in the air, a blue haze that smells of expensive cigars and victory. Bourbon flows like water. I stand near the bar, leaning against the polished wood. I am wearing my cut. The white silk dress is gone, replaced by jeans and a tank top, but the leather jacket remains. Property of the President.

Who, like always, was in the middle of the crowd. My gaze went to Sera, who was standing beside another guy. He wasn't dressed for the occasion, and I couldn't understand what she saw in him. This guy didn't even have a tux on, he wore tight pants showing that I definitely had the bigger cock. His leather jacket had chains and other shit on it. The boy was part of some cringy band. Mrs. Warner came in, and then Vivienne. Fuck, if Maddox didn't get his shit together, that woman would be gone forever. But he kept bitching about the fact she had shown his mother the picture of him sniffing a line off some bimbo's stomach.

The party started with a lot of fullness, a lot of announcements and a lot of speeches by the dean and then some people performed and as usual, Tove's band will finally perform. “SO MONDRIANO’S THIS IS WHAT YOU ALL ARE WAITING FOR WE OFFER THE MUSIC PRIDE OF MONDRIAN THE CNTRL S !!!!!” people and students are already shouting here for their way up on stage. It's only now that I've noticed that he's handsome now. He’s wearing a white polo shirt and tanks it in his gray pants and paired it with a Korean long coat. “This song is for all the girls out there, YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL” as he said the last word I see him staring at me, so my heart skip beat gain.

Either way, I had no idea how Lily would react or what I was supposed to do with the feelings crashing through me. During the ceremony, Chester kept glancing my way, his face caught between surprise and disbelief. I kept my eyes away. The awkwardness was more than I could bear. I excused myself halfway through the ceremony and headed for the restroom. I'd barely stepped into the hallway when Chester stopped me. There was no one else around. He spoke quietly, with a hint of amusement in his voice. "You were near the front at the concert, wearing a white mini skirt." I snapped my gaze up and met his eyes, creased at the corners with a knowing smile. He remembered, and yet he was Lily's husband

I almost jumped to my place when I heard someone behind me. I turned back and saw a tall and handsome guy with gray hair standing with his arms crossed in confusion. Just like the other male students, he is wearing a black cloak, gray overcoat with black linings, black pants, and black combat knee-high boots. Underneath his coat was a white button-down shirt, knitted black vest, and a black-red alternate striped necktie—which is a different color compared to others who wore the colors of indigo, green, orange, and yellow. I wonder what the meaning of those colors is. “Hey, are you alright? I was just kidding! I don’t mean to offend you in any way.” He apologized, which made me back to my sen

Not even the man leaning against the dressing-room doorframe, watching me with that half-amused, half-awed expression that still short-circuits my brain. Dante is in a concert black tonight—dark shirt, dark slacks, sleeves rolled, a watch that probably costs more than some of my early tour budgets. He looks less like a crime lord and more like an overqualified bodyguard who wandered into the wrong industry. He pushes off the frame and steps in as the last tech ducks out. “Ready, little star?” he asks. The nickname doesn’t sting anymore. It just makes me want to kiss him. “Born ready,” I say, smoothing my jacket. “And mildly nauseous.”

“And the moment you put this on, you offered yourself to play. Either understand that or go back out and ask Steve for a red band. You got it?” I might not follow everything he said, but I didn’t have to understand to know he was right. I wasn’t at some matchmaking event set up by one of a dozen dating services. If he stepped foot into any church social wearing those leather pants that looked like they were painted on, a vest worn in lieu of a shirt, eyes would have popped out of heads and mouths would have hit the floor. And while the sight of the leather paddle hanging from his belt might have a few eyebrows rising, the unmistakable outline of a thick cock would have had every woman in att

He has worn a red blazer and black denim with a pair of red boots. "Yes!", Piyali shouts again. "Didn't you know about his concert?", Siza asks. "No", I exclaim. I'm in shock after seeing this version of him. He looks so different than before. Neither I had never attended his concert, nor I had listened to his songs. I never got a chance. My jaw remains dropped when he pulls down another string of the guitar.

I said with finality. Kara and Nova shared a smile, like they understood where I was coming from. We all finished and the girls walked with me towards that banquet hall and the guards bowed and let us enter. I took a deep breath before walking through the double doors, my heart in my throat when I saw my mates with my father and brother. Codex was in a black suit with a fire red dress shirt underneath his blazer, Satu wore a black suit and a gold dress shirt under his blazer, Landon was in an all black suit with a silver necktie, and Drac wore a white suit with a black dress shirt under his blazer. I must admit that my mates looked sexy all dressed up for me.