Levi Ackerman Outfits Novels & Stories

Levian was wearing a black jacket with matching pants of a soft fabric, and he appeared aloof and languid. His hair was worn loose, and his high cheekbones accentuated his cool presence. "Yo," Melody greeted him with a raised brow. "Dressing up for the occasion I see. Where's the date?" "The ladies would eat me alive if I showed up like this. I'd rather dress like a tramp unless it's a real date." "Tut, tut." Melody grinned. "So, where are you going?" Levian flashed a mysterious smile and put on his shades. "It's a secret, though you'll find out in the evening."

My legs already feel the strain of the heels, but it’s too late to change now. When I reach the living room, Levi is standing by the door, looking effortlessly put together in a short-sleeved black shirt and trousers. I frown as the realization hits me, that we're both matching. 'How did I forget that this man wears black or white half the time?' I inhale and walk toward him, ignoring the thought of going back to change. He looks up at me as I approach, his eyes widening when he takes in my appearance. "Wow. You..." he breathes. Then he clears his throat. "You look... nice."

All he wore was black slacks with a cream knit collared shirt, but he looked like he belonged more on a runway than at my door. “Don’t you have a pack meeting that starts soon?” I asked him, shuffling my feet to get some of my nervous energy out. Levi cocked an eyebrow as he leaned against my doorway and crossed his strong arms across his chest. “Keep a close eye on my schedule, do you?” My cheeks burned at his teasing. “More like I try to keep up with what’s going on with the pack.”

The two of them looked incredible, wearing clothes that somewhat matched but also held little differences that showcased their own personalities. Kade wore a dark leather jacket, a white t-shirt and a pair of torn jeans. He frequently wore a pair of thick combat books, looking exactly like some kind of jacked motorcyclist. Alec dressed a bit more professional, wearing a button-down shirt that he kept rolled up to his elbows. Both had gotten their hair trimmed a week ago, in a near identical style. Shaved short on the sides and longer on the top. Kade’s hair seemed to grow like a weed, and those long strands now tickled just above his eyebrow.

They weren't dressed in the stiff, formal regalia of war, but their choice of clothes still hummed with an effortless authority. Leela wore a high-quality, cream-colored cable-knit sweater dress that draped comfortably over the proud swell of her stomach. It looked soft, approachable, and "domestic," yet the rich fabric and the way she carried herself made it clear she was no ordinary pack mate. She had paired it with a simple but heavy gold pendant—a Blackwood heirloom—that caught the light with every breath. Beside her, Fennigan wore a dark navy henley with the sleeves pushed up, looking relaxed and rugged, though the steady, unblinking focus in his eyes told a different story.

If someone rings the bell or knocks I’ll fucking gut them! I throw open the door without even so much as a glance to first see who it is. A serial killer? Religious nut? In no way was I expecting to see Levi. He’s got his classic backwards hat, tonight it’s bright red with black trim. He’s got a black muscle shirt, showing off his sinfully delicious arms and of course, ripped blue jeans. Fucking hell did he step out of a music video? I wouldn’t be the least bit surprised to see a cloud of smoke following him.

It was for the game. Levi appeared beside me before I’d even noticed his approach. His cologne… spicy, warm, dangerous reached me first. “You’re making it difficult to concentrate.” From the corner of my eye, I gave him a quick peek. “I thought you thrived under pressure.” “I do,” he murmured, his voice low enough to send a ripple of heat through me. “But this feels like sabotage.” I turned to face him, forcing a neutral expression. “Don’t flatter yourself. This dress is for the reporters.”

I applied lotion and spray perfume, I also fixed my hair and apply lip balm. When I came down I saw Levi in ​​the living room from here on the stairs. He is wearing a royal blue polo and gray slacks. He also wears a white sneaker from New York. I was ashamed to look at my home clothes. "Good morning, where are you going?" I asked him while going to the kitchen to eat. I sat down and looked at him again who was also looking at me. "Good morning, we're leaving, hurry up," he said. He looked at his cellphone and went to the living room.

Mrs Ackerman let her in and left her to her devices when she was done with her housekeeping duties. Done unpacking her stuff, Natalie wandered into the master bedroom. She plopped down on the platform bed, remembering the hours of pleasure she'd enjoyed in Levi's arms in this very room. She sniffed his pillow, her heart—and other parts—aching with yearning. Sighing, she dragged herself from the bed, a small smile flickering on her lips when she strolled into his walk-in closet. Her assumptions about his wardrobe were spot on. There were rows and rows of white shirts on one side, suits, blazers, and his go-to chinos on the other end. His jeans and T-shirts, hoodies and joggers were neatly fol

Earnest whispered, clearly as puzzled as I was. Levante's expression darkened slightly, a rare flicker of something unreadable crossing his features. "I dress like this all the time." Earnest and I exchanged quick glances. This was not true. Levante never went to this much effort. His usual jacket sufficed for regular days, and he only wore the full royal cloak with the crest when meeting his parents. His hair was never styled with such care. Seeing him like this, with that subtle tension in his posture, left me confused and strangely intrigued.