Masked Tuxedo 소설 & 이야기

The invitation was clear: masks were mandatory, identities optional. My gown was a masterpiece of sin — deep midnight blue silk with a corseted bodice that pushed my breasts up dramatically and a flowing skirt with a high slit. A matching sapphire mask covered the upper half of my face, leaving my lips and jaw exposed. Underneath, as always, I wore nothing. Alessandro, Matteo, and Luca looked devastating in tailored black tuxedos and matching dark masks that only accentuated their sharp jawlines and piercing hazel eyes.

The black fabric was expensive and the zipper was silver and heavy. I pulled it down slowly. Inside was a tailored black tuxedo. I stared at it and my throat closed up and my hands started shaking. The jacket was fitted and the pants were slim and the shirt was crisp white. Exactly the size of an Alpha with my frame. It was beautiful and elegant and it was designed for someone with broad shoulders and a flat chest and nothing to hide. How was I supposed to hide my body in this?

Sabatine. In the low, functional light, the well-cut tuxedo was a disguise about to come off. His eyes were pools of reflected exit sign red. “Any tails?” “His voice was low and business-like, but his eyes raked Anton with the intensity of possession.” “Just more of the same,” he growled

The guys look so dapper in their tuxedos, and when they add their black and gold masks, they turn into mysterious strangers with eyes that ignite the flames deep within me. Jace wears a gold mask that is identical to my own, with black details, and Jude is wearing an all-black mask but looks similar to mine and Jace’s. Glancing at the reflection of us together in the mirror, I find that we look hot as hell. It only tells me that Jace and I are right to want Jude to join us, he’s our missing piece.

I’m about to remind him I’m a grenade with the pin pulled. I stared at my reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror of Julian’s suite, where I’d changed into the tuxedo he insisted on sending. Black wool, perfectly tailored, dangerously sharp. The brace was a discordant note against the silk cuff, but I refused to hide it. Let them see the price of playing with the Titans' owner. Julian, leaning against the doorframe, was enjoying the spectacle. He was all easy charm and genuine warmth, the polar opposite of Damian’s rigid control.

The black fabric blended seamlessly with his dark fur, rendering him nearly invisible in the shadows. Tara was nearby, similarly clad in a sleek black outfit. Her movements were quick and precise as she strapped on her gear. She pulled the hood over her head, tucking in her hair to ensure nothing would catch or snag. Like Claud, her outfit covered her completely, with only her sharp, keen eyes visible. She tested the fit of her gloves, flexing her fingers and making minor adjustments to her mask.

His men were walking behind him. “You're the centre of attention, boss.” Ethan looked at him from over his shoulder, unbothered. “As it should be,” he said while walking. He had booked a one-on-one reservation with M-Talento, and he couldn’t wait. When it finally was his turn, he stepped into the room. M-Talento was dressed in sky-blue, huge trousers with a very oversized top. The design of the clothes was just so large that his hands, his feet was covered. And his face was covered with a mask. Even his eyes were covered with another transparent lining. He could not be seen clearly.

she gushed in obvious awe. As for Stephan, his attire was not less hypnotic, his black tuxedo oozing delightful sophistication and elegance. The cloth sparkled against the light, perfectly tailored to follow his every muscle. The darkness of his mask resembled the slim lines of his design, contributing to the element of mystery and fascination.

Sebastian I have everything arranged according to my plans. I chose a Volto mask to wear at the party. It is decorated with beautiful lace and jeweled gold accents expertly placed on a white canvas. This mask is guaranteed to cover my entire face. I needed to take extra precautions as I couldn't risk someone recognizing me. I decided to complete my outfit with a black Tom Ford Tuxedo and a pair of lace-up Lou Vuitton dress shoes. I call Simon and make sure everything is in order for the party. Then I carefully chose each guest so the list would be exclusive and the party won't be overcrowded.