Klaus Hargreeves Outfit Novels & Stories

I furrowed my eyebrows as I kept scanning my wardrobe thoroughly. "Good morning, Rex!" Clark greeted me as he walked into my room. "Don't tell me you are looking for what to wear today again?" He scoffed as he looked at me. From the way he was staring at me right now, I could tell what he had in mind already. "Not that!!" I quickly said in defense as I took out a blue baggy jeans and a black Louis Vuitton's hoodie. "We both know you were looking for some sophisticated, mafia like outfit." He scoffed, chuckling softly.

Damn, I never wear a tie, so why am I dressed like a groom just for a casual pickup? I shut out the voice whispering filth into my ears. I don’t even want to think about it. I’m a Pakhan, isn’t it? There’s no harm in looking less murderous for once, or is there? Four men guard the hangar. Black tuxedos, rifles posed, and sunglasses. Sunglasses at night? Lights, white and blinding, sweep across the space. My spine jolts. I keep my face emotionless as the car drives into the area.

“Tell me something?” “What sort of thing?” “Anything.” “That’s very helpful. Thank you, Cole.” There was that self-conscious note in his voice. And, as ever, she found it a little bit adorable. “What are you wearing?” “I’m not sure this is really the time—” “Not in a sex way. I just want to know.” “Oh. Well…” A pause. Maybe he was checking. “A dark blue suit by Kathryn Sargent, with a white shirt, a navy tie, and a pink, polka-dotted pocket square.”

And standing twenty feet away, near the grand arched window at the end of the corridor, was Klaus. He was stripped of his suit jacket. He wore a fitted black tactical shirt that clung to the broad, dense muscularity of his shoulders and chest, the dark fabric hugging the heavy contours of his arms. His leather shoulder holster sat snug over his torso, the black grip of his sidearm resting against his ribs. He was staring out the rain slicked glass, motionless, a phantom guarding the fortress. My bare toes sank into the plush carpet as I stepped out into the hallway. "You're not in the chair."

So he's not going to be a gentleman tonight because he didn't ask me on the date huh? Hailey rolled her eyes and got into the car. She took in Kol's dressing, he looked exquisite and yummy. She had never seen him in a suit before but she must say, he looked hot in suits. Contrary to her all black dressing, Kol was wearing a dark royal blue suit from house of Bajan, royal blue Italian leather shoes, a black Rolex wristwatch and an earring. Who wore earrings to conferences? Well that was his problem, Hailey had more things to worry about than Kol's dressing.

So they knew everything up until how the old man and I knew each other. At the moment I was getting dressed in my uniform. Black bodysuit with gold on the arms and legs, paired with a black hooded cloak with gold accents. Don’t know why but all the time I got dressed in any of my uniforms I looked like a warrior from the medieval times. My hair cascaded down my back.

It truly pulled at my heart how everyone was rallying around me, being there for me. Lukas looked absolutely mouth watering, I mean I’d seen him dressed up but not like this. He had a crisp white collared shirt and a black dress jacket with black pants. He was even wearing a black tie. He looked like the Men In Black and if we were alone I would totally ask him to beam me up. But now was hardly the time for those thoughts.

“Just leave. I'm on schedule right now, and I've got work to get to.” “Sorry, Lea.” Ellie mumbled. “Don't, Ellie. Go.” I said, pointing towards the corridor. The two of them held hands as they walked down the corridor. I placed my hands underneath my nose and went in to suit up. My suit is black and consists of a steel getup that ends in a puffed skirt and tights. It is long-sleeved, flexible, and easy to move around in. My helmet is cat-like, and it fits my small face. But there's one way to describe my getup: I hate it. Savannah told me that Elias purposely gave me this getup because I hate skirts and cats are the bane of my existence. I complained about it, but as usual, Elias said,

They held a cold, calculating glint, a testament to his unwavering determination. Dressed in dark colors, he blended seamlessly into the room's dimly lit surroundings. He wore a form-fitting, black leather jacket that accentuated his lean and muscular build. Beneath the jacket, he donned a black shirt, its fabric clinging to his torso, highlighting his well-defined physique. His pants were also black, made of a durable material that allowed for ease of movement, a crucial feature for his line of work. His boots, polished and practical, suitable for both stealth and combat. He radiated an air of confidence and quiet dominance, the kind that only someone with a history of clandestine missions

I better remember that my Caravan is at Hilldale Village, can't leave my portal mirror there. * Sound of door opening* " Kean, I'm back! There wasn't anything close to your uniform so I brought some extra pieces." Hikaru says as he hands me, a huge satchel of clothes without looking at me. " Thanks!" Man! He brought a lot... A cotton white hoody with no sleeves, a black vest, a leather jacket with shoulder guards, a white fancy button-down shirt, a black cloak.... there's still a lot more underneath. ..... I think I even saw underwear... Yup, I did... At least he brought in a big satchel.