Levi Ackerman Outfits Novels & Stories

Levy wore charcoal gray dress pants with a matching vest. He didn't wear a suit jacket, just the vest and a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the top three buttons undone, and no tie. The outfit was clearly tailored and fitted so well to his body that it was impossible to see his muscles outlined beneath the clothes. He was wearing sunglasses and his short copper hair was impeccably combed. He had a well-trimmed beard, but very short, as if he hadn't shaved it for two or three days, and unlike his sister, he had no freckles. He was a truly handsome man.

Tim’s words were cut off when a deep familiar voice spoke from behind. I turned to my back and saw Levi in almost the same clothes I saw him the other day. Ripped black jeans and a lousy white shirt. He was taller than Tim and the other guys around. And although one can’t deny how good he looked—even admittedly better looking than Tim and the rest I met at the House—one could ask: does he not own other clothes that looked more presentable? Despite my thoughts, I fully faced him. A small smirk immediately plastered on his lips. I wanted to scoff, but held myself still. He knew I swallowed my pride for this, seeing the glint of amusement in his glassy gray eyes.

He loved being able to think of it as theirs. “Well, how does this look?” Ash asked, holding his arms out to showcase the outfit he had picked out to wear to birthday party that night. Adom checked out his Omega. He loved Ash, but Ash fashion sense was, well, rather lacking if Adom were putting it nicely. Ash had chosen one of his nicer pairs of black jeans and paired it with a plain grey V-neck t-shirt. He was wearing his usual combat boots. He didn’t look bad, by any means, but he also didn’t look as ravishing as Adom would have preferred.

She drank a glass of warm milk to wash her meal down. After her breakfast, she sat for minutes, to allow the food to digest while she battled with her thoughts. What next was she to do? Rising from her chair, she saw Levi striding toward the exit. He wasn't dressed in his uniform but in casual clothing of white sneakers, ash flannel pants, and a white shirt tucked into the pant. The guy could pass for a model. There was a holster on his waist.

They didn't want to upset their Alpha, or supposed Luna. Levi led her into one of the aisles lined with racks of clothes, soft fabric everywhere, flowing, hung neatly by colour and style. It was the clothing section, clearly, and it was stunning. Dresses of all lengths and colors. Tops, pants, skirts, jackets, underwear… there was everything! A young woman, neatly dressed in a tucked-in blue shirt and fitted black pants, approached them. Her posture was straight, and her hands were clasped politely in front of her.

It was Levi. Was this going to be the final act of my show? I guess only I was going to see, huh. Before anything could happen, he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward himself. Then his hand was on my back pushing me up the stairs. Everything had happened so fast but it was in that one second that I finally had a chance to take a look at him. He was wearing a light yellow polo shirt with dress trousers and a light trench coat was draped over his arms. Everything about his outfit radiated wealth, and I knew I was going to mess up everything.

Linden only cares when I wear red. We walked side by side through the mall. Lev moved with a confidence that spoke of wealth. He was born into it so I guess that was why he was like this. He greeted people as though he knew everyone. He belonged in a world where everything came to his feet and they saw him like a god. At a boutique store tucked in the corner of the mall. We began to sort through the racks of clothes and shoes. Lev held up a pair of sunglasses to his face, then another. He turned to me. “What do you think? Makes me look like a drug lord?”

I do not miss the look he gives me before he says those words. Levi’s eyes do a once-over of my current outfit and an obvious look of disdain fills his gaze. My eyes meet at a reflection of myself in one of the store mirrors and a feeling of self-consciousness fills me as I stare at my current outfit. I’m wearing a simple pair of faded jeans and a flower motif blouse. My shoes are simple pumps, flat soles and a simple blueberry color. It’s nothing compared to the elegant-looking heels in here, so Levi’s order and its hidden meaning is clear. “Pick out some nice clothes, Lyra. The ones you currently have on are trash.”

However, I was aware that he would act because Levi was destined to be an Alpha and couldn't possibly succeed in anything else. While Levi put on a pair of black jeans and a shirt, I showered and got ready. Since I had never seen him wear anything other than a luxury suit before he was demoted, it took me a while to get used to the way he looked in casual attire. Levi was not a person who wore jeans and shoes; rather, he was a man of class and expensive stuff.

She smiled caringly, Levi looked so cute and this gave her more zeal to go fishing. She went in to change before taking her leave with the fishing equipment Levi allowed her to take. Once she stepped out of the door, Levi jumped up, his feet almost touching his head in celebration, "Finally, I can attend the celebration in peace," Levi came out to check left and right as he hurriedly went in to dress in a very nice black long sleeve alongside a waistcoat, and a nice pair of shoes to go with his dreadlock packed in his usual style, he looked like a dignitary and after checking himself out, he dashed out in lightning speed.