Ouji Fashion Male 소설 & 이야기

How could Rachel miss out on the show? She stifled her snicker and kept her gaze ahead. At exactly 8:50 AM, Oskar Jung appeared at the doorway. He wore a purple suit with matching hat and a yellow tie with a splash of pink in it. Even though the color combination was odd, Oskar Jung’s stature and personality enabled him to pull it off with great finesse. Alexandra scoffed a little but there was a reluctant admiration for the man and his style. After all, he was one of the maestros of fashion and even Alexandra could not measure up to him.

Whole OF had different emotions they couldn’t believe their ears when SSO declared that he would be taking classes for the newcomers along with the final year students( you heard it right, the great almighty SSO will be teaching, you want to know why you’ll get to know soon), Oberoi Fashion Designing College is the largest and most reputed college in Mumbai, it offers 6 months special course, for final year students, along with new admission in fashion designing. (Don’t ask me in detail about the course, I don’t have any idea about it, it’s all my imagination) Shivay declared his upcoming project, he has been planning to open his new fashion house “Elegance” in Paris after the Paris fashion

One entire level dedicated to shoes and handbags, the other dedicated to dresses and clothes and the last one simply jewellery with multiple mirrors where I could do my makeup and check myself out. And not to mention how just as impressive Octavious' walk in closet was. The same as mine, his had three different levels. The top level was dedicated to his hats and trench coats, the middle level was all of his suits and clothes and the first level was shoes, belts and male jewellery galore. While my closet was bright with white walls and big lights to create the perfect lighting, his section was dark and masculine with dark walls and dim lighting, creating the perfect masculine feel.

She murmured while she took a glance at him. And damn! Hormones! The man was indeed a sex god. He wore dark straight leg jeans and cream long-sleeve button-ups, paired with a pair of leather brown oxfords, which, by the way, look awesome on him, and with his now electric blue eyes and sexy thin lips, he was clearly the Magic Mike of the century. Her own fuckable Channing Tatum.

He’s wearing a white dress shirt underneath and no tie. This outfit does a much better job of revealing his anatomy than the baggy bar ensemble did. The suit is tailored to fit him like a glove, the pants tightly hugging every curve of his muscular thighs, the black leather belt cinching and accenting his deceptively slim waist. Honestly, he looks like he just walked off a cover shoot for some swanky fashion magazine. In other words: he’s scary hot. “You sure clean up well,” Addison says teasingly as she and Tara approach. Javan looks up from his phone with a small jolt, his eyes wide, then smiles when he sees it’s Addison.

knocking on the window, my brows frowned, “I told you assholes to tell your boss to stop having his goons lurk around me. I will report…” My words are cut off as the door is pushed open and I step back as to not be hit by the door, my eyes catching a glimpse of the Classic Alpha Male Louboutins, the soft glow from the street lamp reflecting off it. ‘Since when do lackeys dress so expensively?’ Traveling the length of the leg, I'm greeted by long legs fitted to perfection in soft black casual trousers. White collarless shirt, under a formal traditional kimono shirt - tied neatly at his waist; all clearly tailor made for his body. His outer longline jacket draped across his shoulders. As he fu

fussed Mai, followed by a cute squeak as a blushing adorable boy with ombre purple hair and big citrine orange eyes stood in front of her. For a second, Maria almost did not recognize the boy wearing noble attire, which consisted of a dark purple and gold embroidered jacket and pants. The boy's attire reminded Maria of the ouji-style which ideally suited him and that was when she recalled the name Mai used to address the boy, and exclaimed in a loud shocked voice, "Julian, is that you?! So you finally decided to cut your bangs and reveal this cute face to the world. Awww, I'm so proud of my precious little lamb!"

She exuded both kindness and steel resolve. At her side stood his three fathers—each with a distinctive modern flair: Joaquin, in a sleek, sharply cut suit with a minimalist watch that caught the light; Emiliano, his expression calm and inviting in a smart-casual ensemble with a hint of creative nonchalance; and Alejandro, whose understated yet impeccable style whispered of quiet authority.

Twenty -five minutes later A burly man seemed to be groaning himself in front of the mirror. He saw the clothes being worn, namely white long-sleeved shirts, black jeans, and matching panel shoes with his jeans. Massimo began combing his hair which had been given hair gel neatly. The fragrance of musk perfume smelled as fragrant so self-confidence arose in his mind.

“I'm always accurate.” In order to come up with a perfect comeback, Idara had to study Tayo's outfit for a moment. Basically, he was wearing a brown cap, a sleek wine-colored jacket with grey stripes, an off-white T-shirt inside, coupled with a fitted dark blue jeans, and a pair of reddish palm slippers. The man surely had a dope fashion sense.