روايات وقصص ضمن Damon Salvatore Outfit

When Damien arrived to pick Flora up, he stood out against the backdrop of her grandiose mansion in his casual attire, a stark contrast to the formal wear she was accustomed to seeing him in. Dressed in a simple yet stylish ensemble—a navy blue Henley shirt that clung just right to his athletic frame and a pair of well-fitted jeans—Damien looked relaxed and approachable. His smile was breezy, making him even more attractive. She felt a flutter in her chest as she walked towards him, her heart skipping a beat.

He looked at me in confusion while wondering what he'd done but simply ignored him and went straight to parking my stuff which was literally everywhere. He shrugged and stood there with his back straightened while waiting to take my stuff from me but I simply glared at him and didn't let him carry my stuff but he ended up carrying it anyway.. Damian stepped outta the bathroom clapped in a black pants and a lapel jacket which looked absolutely stunning on him.. He could slay on anything he wore and he doesn't really have to put too much effort on it.. He'd shaved off his stumble and his face was cleaned and refreshing.

“They what!?” Damon had not even come out of his shock when Xavier stepped into the office. Today, he had donned a complete set of white professional suit and tie—a dramatic departure to the kind of clothing he usually donned, which only made him look even weirder. He just looked like a monkey in a suit. He was adjusting his position as he stepped in, muttering, “God, wearing Dad’s suit is just uncomfortable. I should probably discard this whole fuddy-duddy formality the next time I come to work.”

Chapter 6 - Delirium Damon "You sure you can handle all attention on me tonight?" I teased Lir as I took one last look in the mirror. I wore a black jacket with golden swirl embellishments on it. The tail of the jacket reached the back of my thighs. I left it open, revealing my tucked-in white shirt, tie, and black breeches. I also wore black dress shoes. Lir scoffed in response.

The next morning, Logan arrived at the office before sunrise, determined to regain control. He’d barely slept, his mind replaying that shameful scene in his chair on loop. The way he’d come like a teenager just from imagining Damonn Vale’s mouth was Pathetic and weak. He would not let it happen again. By nine o’clock, Damon strolled in wearing another sinful outfit, a crisp light blue shirt that hugged his lean, toned torso and dark trousers that looked almost painted on. The top two buttons were undone, revealing the delicate bop of his Adam's apple.

Lucio turned to the Regnante men, dressed in black tux pants with a white button-up covered by a white blazer with black lapels and a bowtie. “Sure,” Piero shrugged after giving him a second’s glance. “If you’re serving us dinner,” The words having Marco laugh. “You guys are supposed to help me!” Lucio stomped his foot in indignation, flustered at the lack of response from the two before him. “Help me! What are you guys wearing?” The sound of the master suite door opening had the men look up. Salvatore stepping out in a black tux with a white undershirt and black bowtie, a red pocket square with his hair gelled back. His gaze had been on the cufflinks before he looked up at the three men fro

A box of pizza and chocolates. ★ “I thought I told you not to follow me?" Damon spoke out but there was no one beside him in the large sitting room but then... “When have I ever listened to what you say, little brother?" A figure materialized in the open. It was Roshan. He was putting on a white long sleeve shirt that was free at the hands and the three up buttons of his shirt were left unbuttoned, revealing his well structured chest. His body below his waist were covered by a black leather, slim fit pants and a dark, long boot that made him look tough. He was looking great actually in his outfit.

He raised his head the second he noticed my presence. He grabbed a shirt on the bed and threw it at me. “You can wear this until Zania comes in with a dress for you,” he spoke. I nodded my head and dashed into his closet. I dried my hair and put on his shirt, I became uncomfortable at how short it was. It was barely covering my thighs. With each step I took out of the closet, I tried to draw it down to no avail. Alpha Damon was at the dining table, the breakfast must've been brought in.

He looked at me in confusion while wondering what he'd done but simply ignored him and went straight to parking my stuff which was literally everywhere. He shrugged and stood there with his back straightened while waiting to take my stuff from me but I simply glared at him and didn't let him carry my stuff but he ended up carrying it anyway.. Damian stepped outta the bathroom clapped in a black pants and a lapel jacket which looked absolutely stunning on him.. He could slay on anything he wore and he doesn't really have to put too much effort on it.. He'd shaved off his stumble and his face was cleaned and refreshing.

What the hell was he doing back here? The rogue stood motionless, his dark eyes scanning the pack warriors who surrounded him, as if unfazed by the blades and the claws ready to tear him apart at the slightest provocation. His clothes were torn, stained with dried blood, but there was something unsettling about his composure. I moved to Damon's side, my instincts screaming that this wasn't just another rogue attack - it was something more. Damon's voice was sharp and controlled. "You again. You're either incredibly stupid or incredibly desperate to be back here."