Novel & Cerita Klaus Hargreeves Outfit

Drinkers part for him like the red sea, a few old timers clapping Kyle on the shoulder as he passes, then close up behind him and go back to their jokes and gossip. He’s in a charcoal shirt tonight, the color faded by many wears, the sleeves rolled to his elbows and the top two buttons undone at his throat. Plus his usual uniform of leather work boots and old jeans that look loose at first glance, but that hug his strong thighs and toned ass as he moves. Hoo, boy.

I wiped sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, smearing more blood across my skin. “Get him out of my sight,” I said. Two men dragged the broken body away, leaving a trail behind them. That was when the side door opened and light spilled in briefly. I frowned. Who the fuck was that? Hawk wore a loud Hawaiian shirt, green and yellow splashed across it, unbuttoned enough to show a gold chain resting against his chest. On his feet were spotless white boots… that annoyed me more than anything. He was even putting on sunglasses despite being in the room. His hair was slicked back into a confident Brazilian… I quickly averted my gaze.

"Wear this. Don't use your cargo pants again today." Helga looked at the clothing of Zean's choice. It was a pair of chic tailored trousers in solid black, paired with a dark emerald green silk shirt. That choice of clothing showed that Zean was beginning to understand Helga's true self, not forcing her to be very feminine or graceful like the late Helen, yet still demanding an appearance worthy of the high-class standards of a mafia family.

Then, I rounded the corner and froze. A pack of Silverback fighters stood near the great hall. They were thick-necked and broad, wearing dark leather that smelled like old sweat and iron. They were huddled around Jarek, their deep voices bouncing off the walls. My heart did a painful thud when I saw him. Jarek had ditched his tactical gear for black slacks and a sweater that hugged every cord of muscle in his chest. The V-neck was deep, showing off the hard lines of his throat.

“Thanks, you don’t look bad yourself” My words earned a chuckle from him and I couldn’t tell if it was because what I said was far from the truth. Indeed Klaus was dressed to the nines tonight, he wasn’t on his usual monotone suite instead he wore a dashing burgundy suit with golden highlights. All things aside he looked breathtaking but of course I wasn’t gonna stroke his ego by announcing it. “I’m only here because you said there are things you have to explain” I quickly reminded him of our situation, in doing so I reminded myself not to get carried away in the spur of the moment.

"Margaret, I need you to reschedule the ten o'clock with Hamilton. Something came up with the AI division and—oh." He stopped mid-sentence when he saw me, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. Klaus looked exactly like I remembered—tall, dark-haired, impossibly handsome in a charcoal suit that probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. But there were differences too. The faint lines around his eyes that spoke of stress and sleepless nights. The way he held himself, guarded and careful in a way the college version of him never had been. "Ms. Moreau," he said after a beat, his voice carefully neutral. "You're early."

They all were looking different than earlier, with clean, bloodless clothes. Claus had white linen shirt hugging his broad physique, soft traces of his ripped muscles were visible through the fabric. The khaki pants contrasted his powerful aur he had surrounded him. On other hand, Cassius wore sky coloured button-down shirt with dark slacks. No matter how soft his look was, I couldn't afford to ignore ravenous look in his matching blue eyes. Where Veles had all white look, Theodore made sure to contrast him wearing brown leather looking boots with matching pants and light grey shirt. I couldn't believe how peaceful they looked after killing, destroying my whole kingdom. Their serene looks wa

Emilia's POV "Master?" I looked at the man in front of me and whispered. "It's me," Klaus signaled for me to take his arm. No wonder I was so surprised; it was the first time I had seen Klaus dressed so formally. He wore a black suit, a cape draped over his back, an exquisite golden badge on his chest, a black belt cinching his slender waist, and black boots encasing his powerful calves. Standing there, he exuded a demeanor as sharp as an unsheathed sword.

“We move in 30.“ Claud, Lupa and Tara went to their different changing rooms. The air inside was charged with a sense of urgency and anticipation. Streetlights outside cast a dim glow through the windows, illuminating the scene as Claud, Tara, and Lupa geared up for their mission. Claud stood by a sturdy wooden table in the living room, methodically donning his black outfit. The material was a special blend, designed to be both flexible and durable, perfect for the rigors of a hunt. He pulled on his gloves, the dark fabric fitting snugly over his powerful hands. His outfit covered him from head to toe, leaving only his eyes exposed. He adjusted the mask that covered his mouth, ensuring it wa

I did not even realize I was only a meter away from him. For a second, I thought I could see tears at the edge of his eyes until he flashed a full smile. He was wearing a white dress shirt and a silver-grey satin vest, trousers, and coat. He had a royal blue tie that stood out in his outfit well and a Cassio watch. His hair was gelled back, and I know I have seen that look more than a million times but today it somehow looked different. I hated to admit it, but he looked dashing.