Damon Salvatore Outfit Novels & Stories

"He rarely does.” 'It's beautiful,' my wolf said, pleased. I held it up against me in the mirror. “I’ve never worn anything like this.” "Maybe that's the point," Paige said and went to fetch the pins. I met him in the hall once I was ready. Damon was in an all black suit, clean lines, not a thread out of place. I had seen him in armor. I had seen him bloodied. I had never seen him like this. It made him look less like a weapon and more like a man.

Feeling a familiar heat crawled up the sides of my neck to rest on my cheeks, I tore my eyes away when he finally released my chin. “So, what do you think I should wear this or this one?” He pointed at the two shirts lying on his bed. “I don’t know… maybe this one?” I pointed at the black shirt and then at the new leather jacket he recently bought when we stopped by the mall the other day. “The black shirt, yes but that jacket looks too new… It’ll make me look too attractive.” Ryder threw the jacket back in his closet and grabbed his old one. He flashed me his famous smirk. Egoistic jerk!

"Get away from my door and leave immediately! I don't want to see you anywhere around this hallway. Getaway at once! As he was speaking, he heard the sound of footsteps retreating, so he knew that whoever had knocked on the door, had wisely decided to retreat to avoid whatever punishment the Alpha could mete out to him….or her. Satisfied, he opened his mouth to speak again. "I will bring you some clothes and then you can get out of this place," he said to Ariel coldly. She nodded. "Yes, Alpha." Damien turned around and pulled open a door before walking into his closet. He looked around at his array of expensive suits. His eyes roamed around the whole of the large closet, before finally settl

The minute I walked out of the bathroom, I came face to face with Salvatore and sucked in my breath sharply. He was still dressed in his outfit from earlier, black trousers, a blue long sleeve that he had folded up to his elbow, exposing his firm muscles. I caught him staring at me and I flushed as I wondered what to do, I was wrapped in only a towel. I waited for him to speak, and he did. I was so shocked to hear his words. How he found out was the next question that popped up in my head. It's just a few hours and… Did Enzo tell on us? I wondered, but his next question caused me to stand there with wide eyes.

I commented as I examine his clothes as well, "So, go change!" We decided to pick clothes for one another so he ended up wearing a simple graphic cartoon tee paired with fitted dark denim pants along with those nike's. "You made me look like Dylan." Damon complained as he wore a plain baseball cap. I got out after changing into the pair of clothes he chose for me, "Hell no, Dylan look so much better." then I asked, "How do I look?"

It also had a slit by the side that exposed my milky left thigh but of course, it made me love the dress even more and with my makeup perfectly done, I knew I looked good. When I walked out into the living area, I froze. Damien was standing by the glass doors, looking like a demigod. I knew I saw him everyday but he never stopped making me drool. He had switched his usual business attire for a bespoke black tuxedo that looked like it was tailored just for him. His hair was laid perfectly, making his perfect jawline be on display. As I watched how perfect he looked, I suddenly didn’t feel so pretty anymore. But when he heard me approach and he turned, the look in his eyes made all my doubts g

And that honesty had begun to unravel her defenses. Meanwhile, across town in his modest New York apartment, Damon was pacing. He had woken up early, showered twice, and gone through three different shirts before deciding on the simplest one: a clean white button down, slightly rolled at the sleeves, paired with dark jeans. He wasn’t the man in three-piece suits anymore, not the corporate king walking into glass towers. He was just Damon trying to win back the only woman who had ever made him feel human.

"Mr. Salvatore anticipated you might need immediate clothing options. These should fit, though a stylist will arrive this afternoon for a proper consultation." "That's... very thoughtful," I said surprised by this consideration from a man who seemed allergic to emotion. "Mr Salvatore is many things, but thoughtless isn't one of them." She smiled and unzipped one bag, revealing a simple but elegant cream blouse and tailored black pants. "Will these do for breakfast? Mr. Salvatore is waiting." Damien was waiting? I glanced at the bedside clock, 7: 30 AM. "Yes, these are lovely. Thank you."

Drops of water were dripping slowly to his abdomen, then he suddenly disappeared behind that darn towel. I couldn’t help daydreaming about it. I looked back up and saw a wicked smirk on his face, flaming me up. Today, he was wearing all black like always, but this time, he added a black leather jacket to his “Damon Salvatore” look. It made him look like the badass he was, making me think in a different perspective.

It felt like I was nearing my death. Finally, we stopped walking and the blindfold was taken off and standing before me was Damon, looking as handsome as ever. An epitome of Adonis dressed in a black tuxedo that hugged his lean muscles. He wore a matching shirt underneath with two buttons popped open to show a patch of his chest and a thin necklace with a jade pendant. His silver hair, tied up in a perfectly messy chignon, shimmered under the soft amber lights illuminating the drawing room.