Draco Malfoy Black Suit 소설 & 이야기

“I don’t think this one complements your dress.” He was right. I had a plum colored dress, and it offset the emerald ring, but I didn’t want to go without it. But before I could explain that, Draco had already pulled the ring from my finger. “Draco…” “A gold diamond ring would fit here better,” he said as he took something out of his pocket without letting go of my hand. He took out a small black box and popped it open. “My mother would surely love to have her ring on you.”

I said through gritted teeth. “I guess we will never know.” Drake replied to me. I followed his gaze as he turned to look at something to his left side. A mass of demons appeared and began to march towards us. They moved to part down the middle and my attention became anchored on a sharp dressed man walking from the center of the crowd. He was tall, with pale skin. He was wearing a black suit with a red tie that fit so well I would wager that it was professionally tailored just for him. His shoulder length black hair was gelled and combed back out of his face. His confident footsteps left prints that sizzled and smoked in his wake. It’s about time the bastard showed his ugly face.

Alpha Draco was glowing in his purple regalia that was hooked at the waist with a thin golden belt, his height was especially obvious that night as he walked to his chair. “He has always been handsome” I muttered, a smile showing on my face.

The oldest of them bowed. “Your Majesty, we were assigned to help you bathe and prepare for the festival.” Draekon shook his head gently, somewhat thrown off by the casual display of nudity. On a normal day, he would have appreciated the sight. But not today. Not now, when the thought of a certain stubborn woman filled his mind. He was pathetic. “That won’t be necessary. I’ll take care of it myself.” They obeyed at once, leaving silently. After washing, Draekon put on the special clothes given to him. It was a long black coat with red designs that looked like flames. A dragon-shaped clasp held the collar in place.

He shrugged off his coat, draping it over the chair next to him, casually revealing his muscular arms, where veins bulged like they were auditioning for a fitness ad. Wow, okay, she thought, adjusting her sunglasses. He’s built quite good… She eyed him again, this time more carefully, sizing him up. No wonder I gave in that night. The market must be competitive these days—even the callboys look like they’ve stepped out of a modeling magazine. “Aren’t you taking… this off?” Malfoy pointed at her layers of clothing. “It’s pretty hot in here.” Seeing her hesitate, he leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands. “Babygirl, if you’re not up for it, I can help.”

She messed with it occasionally, scowling as it tangled in her curls. Dain, on the other hand, seemed wholly at home in his dark dress shirt and slacks. His crown was perched atop his brow and was made of some kind of strange metal that resembled a night sky. Each razor-sharp point was topped with a gemstone star. Just as I took the seat next to Orion, Draco entered. He was freshly changed, his frosted hair now brushed and hanging down his back. Our eyes locked instantly, and a flood of warmth spread throughout my insides. It was insane to think that I’d missed him during our short time apart, but I had. I’d missed him and Azrael so damn much I could still feel the lingering ache in my chest

Just an ordinary date. After admiring herself one last time again, she grabbed her silver purse and walked out. Meanwhile, Phoenix also got ready in his room. Already dressed up in his designer Gucci suit, and his hair styled perfectly, he looked more or less of a Demigod. Super handsome that no lady in her right senses would not get lost staring. As he fixed his tie, a knock came through his door and he knew exactly who that is. "Come in.." He said and Draco walked in.

I only hoped nothing had changed. I got to the stairs and watched the scene unfold in the sitting room. My father stood in the sitting room with my mom beside him and some other friends. The convoy came to a halt. One by one, the bodyguards stepped into the house first. The entire mansion fell silent. Even Father straightened his suit. Then the rear door opened again… and Red Dragon stepped into the house with effortless confidence. He looked the same as fifteen years ago: grey hair, dark eyes, a chiseled jawline, and a tailored black tuxedo to complete the look.

Alpha Zane Drakos stepped out of the lead SUV before the wheels had fully stopped. He was tall, taller than Kael by an inch with broad shoulders and a frame that spoke of battle, but his movements were precise, almost surgical. His hair was jet black, cropped close on the sides, with streaks of silver at the temples. His eyes, a sharp shade of steel grey, missed nothing. He wore no crown, no robe, just a tailored dark suit that fit him like a weapon. At his hip, a dagger with a bone white handle caught the sunlight.

"He’s here! The Great Architect is here!" The massive oak doors swung open, and the room went silent. Even the most arrogant Alphas lowered their heads slightly. A man stepped into the dim light of the hall, his presence so commanding it felt like a physical pressure. He wore a black suit that looked like it was tailored from shadow itself, a faint mole on the bridge of his nose adding a touch of character to his strikingly handsome face. "Is that... Draco Wesley?" someone whispered. "I thought he was presiding over the Paris Citadel. Why would a wolf of his stature return to the Barnes frost?"