Masked Tuxedo Novels & Stories

He had his face buried in the sheets lying before him, a serious expression written on his face. Despite having his brows furrowed, he looked so fine and elegant in that blue tuxedo. A glance at his chest area made her know that he was wearing a white shirt underneath the tuxedo, and he also had a black tie on. He looked perfect. Like a god. Blending with the office like he was meant to be there. Mia fought to the urge to take a secret picture of him but… CLICK. She’d already brought out her ohone and taken one.

The chatter grows, as they run from one corner to another, making sure that their friend's big day is perfect, as perfect as they deserve. As the golden hues of the setting sun kissed the edges of the elegant venue, the groom emerged, a vision of timeless sophistication in his classic black tuxedo. The jacket, impeccably tailored, hugged his frame, its satin lapels catching the ambient light with a subtle sheen. The crisp white shirt beneath formed a canvas for a carefully selected jet-black bow tie, adding a touch of refinement to the ensemble.

EMBER I released the breath I had been holding as I pulled the dress on. The floor-length silver gown was stunning. The thin fabric was cool against my skin, and I was worried if I touched it, my clammy palms would leave marks on it. "You look incredible." Dex's deep voice from behind me sent goosebumps over my skin, and I glanced at him through the mirror, my jaw dropping. The crisp tux he wore was stunning. His jaw was clean-shaven, and I almost didn't recognize him as he also had his dark brown hair combed back.

When I was done and satisfied with it, I brushed my hair back, lifted it up, and put it in a messy bun. Turning in front of the mirror, I caught sight of my back. I still hadn't zipped up, and Matteo was nowhere in sight to help me. Even if he were, I doubted I would have asked him. A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts, and I approached it. Matteo stood outside, dressed in a tailored black tuxedo adorned with a subtle sheen that caught the light just so. The jacket hugged his frame, accentuating his broad shoulders, while the crisp white dress shirt beneath added a touch of sophistication.

Pretend everything was fine. By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, I was dressed in a tailored black tuxedo that felt more like a straitjacket than formal wear. I adjusted my tie in the mirror, but the reflection staring back at me was unrecognizable. The rigid posture. The forced smile. I could feel it all, the way it clung to me like a second skin. A mask I had worn for so long that I didn’t even know what my real face looked like anymore.

I muttered under my breath. “But why? I just got here.” a male voice thundered from the other side of the counter. I flinched hard, lifting my gaze to catch the sight of a towering man in a tiger-print tuxedo. His head was covered with a tiger-head costume, exposing only his necessary oral, nasal and visual openings; his eyes were a unique pair of gray orbs that glistened in the poorly lit room.

gusto ko pang batukan ang sarili ko ng mautal ako pero nabawi ko rin naman at nasungitan siya. Lumaki ang ngiti niya at tinanggal ang dalawang kamay na kanina ay nakalagay sa loob ng suot niyang pantalon. I also noticed that he’s not wearing his tuxedo anymore. He’s left with a long sleeve polo na nirelyo hanggang sa siko. Stop checking him out! Ysobelle! Sigaw ko sa aking isip kaya naman napailing ako.

The walls are paneled with gleaming bronze, and in the mirror across from me, I catch sight of us together. Renzo stands tall beside me, his midnight-blue tuxedo made for him in a way that could only be described as a sin against every other man who tries to wear one. The fabric clings in all the right places, broad shoulders and lean waist emphasized with a cut so sharp it feels dangerous. His bow tie is perfectly knotted, of course—Renzo would never allow for anything less. And yet even this polished elegance cannot hide the smolder of his gaze fixed on me.

They are also trying on their tuxedos. Evren and Reed are both topless, dressed only in black dress pants. Evren is fastening his belt, while Reed is combing through his hair while inspecting his shirt displayed on a hanger. On the other hand, Luca stands before the mirror, fixing the knot of his bow tie, while Jace is fastening the buttons of his shirt.

Men wore perfectly tailored tuxedos paired with Venetian masks. Jewelries glittered as the camera flashes erupted nonstop from every angle of the room. Photographers called out to the different celebrities. “Tiana Maple, one more photo!” “Look a bit to the left, yes perfect.” The atmosphere shifted dramatically as another black SUV rolled to a stop. “Bryan West is here!” One of the girls screamed from the crowd outside. Immediately girls started screaming excitedly and rushing towards his car. Bryan stepped out of the vehicle wearing a perfectly tailored black tuxedo and an elegant silver masquerade mask.