Ouji Fashion Male นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Everything about him—from the brown dress shoes and matching belt to the perfectly-arranged tie clip, to the gold cufflinks—spoke of a man who preferred everything proper and orderly. Is this him? I wondered. Is this Joemar Soriano? XXX

Which meant I sat on their right. “Oh wow. Is that… is that Yūri?” Darius asked as Riko opened the zip file. “Mhm.” I nodded. “We need to buy Riko a kimono and recreate this picture.” Elijah nodded. “Hush.” Riko blushed but was smiling. “Let’s see what else they sent.” I suggested. Darius nodded, opening the next image. It was of Hibiki but young in a crisp blue 70s style police uniform leaning against a red Jeep.

he said. My eyes darts at the strangers before me, dressed in a t-shirt, a loose Jean trouser , nothing to wear in an occasion like this, my eyes trails up his body, as I marvels as his physique, his biceps shows slightly underneath his wool t-shirt,my eyes dart around his face, as he beams at me.

What else do I expect? As the chorus echoes through the room, Josh's eyes find mine, and a subtle smile plays on his lips. The connection between us feels obvious. I take my time to admire him. His hair falls effortlessly on his face. He wears a simple, well-fitted black shirt. The fabric clings to the contours of his frame, subtly showing the underlying abs beneath. With a pair of dark denim jeans to complete the look, his effortless sense of style suggests a casual yet refined taste. I love it.

I sat up immediately and did a very quick retouch before he saw me. He was dressed in a pair of dark ripped jeans and a baggy shirt that could fit over three bodies. I loved his style. I had never seen him dress in a baggy outfit but this was really appealing to the eyes. Though it was a fashion that was set apart for only the dark skinned students in Willow High, I was sure that if he wore this to school, he was going to start a trend. His hair was left to fall over his forehead and it gave him a fierce look. One that made her want to drop her panty.

I asked, but the words were barely out of my mouth before I spotted him, striding towards us with an aura that commanded attention. He wore a white Louis Vuitton T shirt and a pair of denim jeans that hugged his lean legs in a sexy manner. His feet were clad in a pair of loafers that were polished to perfection and the brown suede jacket that rested across his shoulders gave him quite a bit of rugged charm.

"Who is that guy in the shirt and slacks? He’s so tall—and did you see that shot? Unreal!" "When he jumps for a three, he looks like someone straight out of a manga. Totally giving handsome shonen vibes from the old days!" "And he’s not just tall—he’s hot. Anyone get a good look at his face? Seriously, that man’s a ten." "And the way he plays ball in a dress shirt like that? It’s got this ‘gentleman hitman’ energy—refined and ruthless. It shouldn’t work, but it so does." Adora stood off to the side, holding Louis’ jacket, quietly watching.

Gigi raised an eyebrow as she scrutinized the man standing in front of her. He looked formal in his apple-green long-sleeve polo paired with dark blue trousers. He was the one who opened the door to Fabian's condo unit. Gigi grimaced at his outfit. The man was handsome, but his choice of clothing was awful.

life. “Come in,” his voice called. She stepped inside, and there he was. Looking like sin in daylight. Fitted white tee that hugged his chest like a second skin. Ferragamo belt that screamed, “Yes, I care about details.” Jordan 3 retros looking crispy straight out the box. His chain was subtle, not flashy, just enough glint to catch the light when he turned. And that cologne? Lord. She didn’t even need to ask, Ferragamo, for sure. He was glowing, glistening, bearded perfection dipped in chocolate and confidence.

He looked at the men’s gym training outfits displayed on the mannequins. "This is nice, Mario. Do you want this style?" Inez asked when she saw Mario’s interest in the outfit on the mannequin. "Yes, this one is good, Nez," Mario agreed. Inez called over a store assistant to help them. "Miss Ayu, could you get the outfit like the one on the mannequin for my husband? Is it one size fits all?" Inez asked the assistant, whose name was Ayu. "Yes, that’s right, Ma'am. That style is one size fits all, and it should fit him perfectly. Just a moment, I’ll get a fresh one from the stockroom," Ayu replied, then hurried to the back storage area.