Romans & histoires Nico Di Angelo Cosplay

I felt it. "Damn," Nico muttered under his breath, eyes wide. Nico was standing by the window in a deep navy velvet blazer, a black dress shirt underneath that subtly shimmered, paired with perfectly tailored pants and shoes that could reflect the moonlight. His gaze flickered between me and Samantha, but he didn't quite mask the look he gave her. Samantha, who had been talking to me earlier, simply stopped and blinked before a slow smile crept up her face. Cuties. Luciano didn't move, his gaze locked on me, his eyes dark and intense. The air between us thickened with that familiar, unspoken tension. I didn't break eye contact. I wasn't going to let him have the upper hand tonight.

“It’s nothing. Something long ago.” Hidi again smiled down at Nicoli with her eyes big and bright. “You came all the way to see Ana?” “Yup. I wanted to show her my costume.” And Nicoli extended his arms out as if to display it. “Oh, nice- you are…dirty?” “I’m a devil!” Nicoli corrected. But now he was getting worried. Do I look that bad? Nicoli noted the stains on his red pants. “At least, I’m supposed to be.” Nicoli then sighed.

I hear someone huffing from behind me, turning I find Angelo attempting to tie his bowtie. “Do you need a hand?” I ask him, he looks good in his black tuxedo, black shirt and white bowtie. He has been a bit on edge this evening and I wonder if he is worried about the mate thing or if something else has him bent out of shape. He just sighs and holds out his bowtie to me. “Sure, thanks, man. I feel like a fucking penguin in this shit” I just laugh at his pout, Angelo is only about an inch shorter than me but slimmer in build, his blonde messy hair is so like uncle Lex.

I smiled at him He opens one eye first then the both of them as he sits down, he yawns, "Goodmorning, Kristina. Oh, you're already wearing your uniform!" I tucked my hair in my ear shyly and replied, "Y-yeah... how about you? Haven't you got your uniform yet?" But before he can even answered, his friends went inside our classroom and messes Angelo's hair, they mocked, "Are you still sleeping, sleeping beauty?" Another remarked, "Yeah, where's your uniform? You got them earlier than us." Angelo blushes as his friends continued to mock him, "Oh, are you purposely not wearing them? What? Trying to look good for some girl?"

Short and to the point, just like Nico. On my second night back at school I was working the graveyard shift at the computer lab and since classes didn't start until the next day I was the only one working. I surfed the web aimlessly, trying to ward off sleep. It was after two in the morning when Nico came in wearing a leather miniskirt and matching leather jacket, her hair was spiked into a mowhawk. Fishnet stockings, black fingernail polish, heavy eyeliner and black lipstick completed her outfit. Whenever she moved a dozen zippers on her jacket jangled softly.

That if I could, I would. I nod back to him, apology on my face. “This,” Nico says, pulling out a short, chic black dress with a high collar and pressing it against me. “The prada boots too.” He turns to consider me, looking me up and down. “Do you know how to put up your hair?” He gestures at his own head, twirling his finger around like he’s forming a bun. “Yes, Nico,” I growl, giving him a shove on the shoulder. “Obviously I know how to put up my hair –“

Of course he would figure out where I am, despite covering my scent and tracks. "Who's Lana?" Nico grunts out still being domineered by Angels power. I flash him a small smile, feeling my heart swell in my chest even if I do fear for my mates life. He's a warrior. He was born for war. "I am." Turning around I ignore the hundreds of bowing people, immediately spotting my mate as he storms through the sea of soldiers who cower away at the sight of him. His eyes blood red, his bloodlust obvious as his temper is wild. He's topless, wearing only a pair of loose basketball shorts that hang low on his hips, his entire muscular upper body carved by the gods on show to everyone. He walks with power,

They were both vampires. Nicole sat pretty where she was. She wore all black attire, a black sexy top, a black leather jacket and black spandex mini skirt. She had black hair with a touch of white running down the full length of her hair at one side of her face down to the mid section of her neck. "Common, you know it won't be fun without you," Angela said, as she grabbed her from the sofa she sat on and pulled her up, on her feet. "You make me do things I don't feel like doing?" Nicole said with a smile.

Pity flows through me for him, he has no idea what’s in store for him later. I’m almost hidden by one of the large stone pillars and from here I watch the room. Nico is by Damians side, he looks like one of the angels from the renaissance and I am most certain that he was used as inspiration for the great Italian masters. His face looks serious as he listens to whatever Damian is saying, there is a bright eyed adoring fledgling hanging from Damian’s arm looking at him like he is a god. Foolish girl. Nico’s eyes keep roaming the room and I know he is looking for me but I can not make myself move in their direction.

"That's why I want to mold you into the perfect woman for me. Then we will get married, I will start by removing that stupid tattoo from your arm." As the car pulled up to an energetic nightclub, Romano's henchmen opened the door. I stepped out, still in my travel-untidy clothes, gazing upon the costumed partygoers queuing outside. They were all dressed in sexy cops, anime, and also superhero outfits, like it was fucking Halloween in the USA. A sparkling golden mask with a feathered edge caught my eye, evoking memories of Deangelo’s signature eye patch. Hating that I felt a sting of concern for him, I quickly pushed it aside. He was a ruthless mafia don—why should I care?