Nico Robin Wano Outfit Novels & Stories

The air pressure in the aisle shifted, becoming heavy. The scent of sandalwood drifted around the corner, overpowering the smell of old papers. I scrambled to my feet, backing up until my spine hit the cold glass of the window. Nico stepped into the aisle. He had removed his suit jacket. His white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, the sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle and inked with black tattoos, vines and thorns twisting around a dagger. He didn't look like a student. He looked like an executioner on his lunch break.

A crisp white blouse with a deep neckline and soft, puffed sleeves tucked neatly into a tailored corset dress. The corset was cinched tight at my waist, crafted in a rich brown houndstooth fabric that buttoned down the front, sculpting my figure before flaring into a pleated A-line skirt that swayed just above my knees. It was polished yet playful, commanding yet feminine, very much Nico’s style of dressing me as a woman who could walk into any room and own it. To complete the look, he draped me in subtle yet striking accessories, a pair of pearl-drop earrings, a thin gold chain necklace, and a structured clutch in a deep espresso shade. On my wrist, a slim gold bangle, not stacked, just one

Nicolas POV "Did you get to see her?" I inquired while Ronan approached me to assist in welcoming the final guests. He was dressed in a navy-blue penguin suit, a white dress shirt, a black bow tie, and a plain golden mask to go with it. "Not yet," Ronan replied as he shook a wolf's hand, wearing a black mask. "I wonder what is keeping her," I asked, feeling frustrated. "Do you think she will miss this? We are about to start."

“Really? We can do it another night, right?” Nicco stood, walking to the closet naked. He emerged, carrying a long, sleeveless red dress with a crystal belt buckle. “You need to wear this tonight,” he said, putting it on the bed. “I’m going to shower.” I pushed myself up from the bed with a groan. “Fine. Wait for me. I need a shower, too.” Nicco shook his finger at me. “No, not tonight. I know how talented you are with a bar of soap and your tongue. And I’m hungry. Wait your turn.”

It takes him minutes to do what would have taken me an hour. He gestures at the bathroom. “Do you want to take a look?” I shake my head. “No. I don’t really care. Do I get shoes this time or what?” “Barefoot, I’m afraid. But don’t worry, no one will let you step on anything.” Nicolo’s second-in-command is much more formal today. He’s wearing tailored slacks, a black button down, and his hair is perfectly braided at the back of his head. With his matching scowl, he looks like a scarily sexy assassin.

She basked in the glow of their words, even allowing herself the freedom to laugh, to forget all about the hell she’d had to go through to get to that point. The director of designs, Nico, made her feel at home, giving her little stories about how the outfits were made, the troubles encountered mid-design, and the humorous ways they had gotten out of it. Rina was the only model in the studio at first, so the lights of the cameras were focused on her, flashing away at the first line she wore. It was called soothe, and was meant to be released during spring. Rina understood the concept behind the outfit, as they made her feel confident and in touch with her feminine part.

My eyes rake down to her thighs which where covered by net tights and her Bernadi tattoo was covered by makeup. She glances at Roberto for some help. “Talk to him…” she whines. Roberto glances at me. “The outfit is perfect for the job Enzo.” I clench my jaw in frustration and release a heavy breath. Yanna looks sexy as hell, my pants tightened as my imagination ran wild. She had on a blonde wig and contacts that complemented her so well. “Your literally wearing a leather bra and leather mini skirt.” I say on annoyance. She shrugs and poses for me to show off her curves which made me almost rethink my decision of allowing her to go for this gig.

All the women who passed by him turned their heads. "Omg! Is he an actor?" said a woman who passed him excitedly. Who wouldn't be turned away if you meet a handsome and very handsome Robin. He was wearing a black leather jacket, black skinny jeans, sunglasses and his hair parted to the side like Leonardo de Carpio. "Hi, girls!" he greeted the girls who looked at him and turned to him with a wink in one eye. He is currently inside a mall, the location given to him by Stephen and where Bea is. He simply looked for it and spent almost half an hour there but he still couldn't catch it.

I turn my head sharply to peer out the French doors. Well, Nico is no longer among the missing, because there he is, laying back on a lounger. I can see him through the greenery in the landscaped planter. He's in his bathing suit and shirtless. Those pecs and abs that tantalize me almost constantly now are on full display. But what's worse is that Nico's bare chest is being enjoyed by an up-close audience of one . . . a beautiful woman who, from what I can see from this vantage point, is wearing a barely-there bathing suit herself.

They’re not in suits. Javier is in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, looking like he walked out of a normal life for once. Enzo has on shorts and a loose top, his usual edge still there but toned down just enough. And Nico— My God!