Romans & histoires Sirius Black Aesthetic

Rooh's pov: I am standing in front of this huge building and it looks so magnificent. Anyone can tell with their blind eyes how much rich the owner is which is of course the handsome devil standing beside me. The whole building color was black, what's the obsession of this man with black color. Black car, black clothes, black interior of the mansion, black dining table, even the plates and glasses are blank there. Is he a wizard in disguise of a human? Even his heart is black I can bet on it. That's why I already get negative vibes from him.

I said to Ian. "I’ve prepared a few selections based on Mr. Blackwood’s requirements," Ian said, leading us toward the back of the floor. I arched an eyebrow at Damien. "And what exactly were those requirements?" "Elegant, but not quiet. Powerful, but not flashy. Something that feels like you," Damien answered smoothly. Ian gestured toward a sleek, pearl-white sedan. "The Zenith Spectre. Refined, understated, and incredibly fast." It was stunning, but it felt a bit too formal for me. Too serious.

The sound of his own name being chanted by millions of "Integrated Humans" was a sensory violation that Silas Blackwood could not unweave. It wasn't a roar of loyalty; it was a rhythmic, mechanical demand for "Product." He stood in the center of the boardroom, his gold-and-sapphire scars pulsing with a pained, irregular light that reflected the neon advertisements flickering on the skyscrapers outside.

The sky was a vast, cloudless blue, the sun glinting off the surrounding towers. Noah stood slightly apart from the bustling media team, adjusting the crisp line of his collar in the reflective surface of a glass windbreak. Behind him, technicians fussed with microphones and adjusted sound levels, their voices hushed. The low, rhythmic thrum of camera drones buzzed like mechanical dragonflies overhead. On the massive screen behind the simple, modern podium, their new logo glowed with a subtle, backlit elegance: **Blackthorn-Reyes Group** And beneath it, in smaller, sleeker font:

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

Even when she returned to the mansion, Ashley was still covered with the same thoughts. She tried to get rid of her friend's whispers in class earlier. But she can't. How come? Sirius Brown is a very handsome young man, a body that men covet and women to enjoy, extraordinarily rich, has great power, in fact he is one of the people behind the scenes in this country. Of course he must have met a lot of women. Whatever the type is, Sirius has met all of them. Ashley also knew about Sirius' work. Not a few of his men were women. In addition, there are more than three big nightclubs owned by his stepbrother. Of course Sirius's association was far above Ashley's.

Black's attention. With his meticulously groomed, dark hair, glowing olive skin, thick brows crowning striking blue eyes, and a jawline as sharp as a sculpture's chisel, Eric Black was a man designed to stir desire. His full lips, ever-curved in a confident smirk, held an unspoken promise of indulgence and satisfaction.

Such mentally sick people. Kristen was about talking when Daniel entered the training ground, and everyone immediately stopped what they were doing and greeted him. Most of the female mobsters drooled at the sight of him. Wearing a sleeveless shirt and black leather pants, he was smoking hot. His exposed biceps weren't helping matters, as they added to his sexily fit body, making the females have wild thoughts. Kristen rolled her eyes. Daniel saw it but choose to ignore her. He had better things to do than calling the brat to order.

Dayum! His is a masterpiece. Liam Black had entered the room. He is quite tall and muscular. Wearing a black three-piece Armani suit that looks like it was designed specifically for him. You could tell he frequented the gym. Chiseled jawline. Brown eyes. Perfectly carved nose. Hair slicked back with just enough curls. He smelled like wood and mint. Sophisticated. Intimidating. Its evident beauty runs in the blood. I understand why he is the most sought after bachelor in this City. The man is a sight for sore eyes.

More like the color. Black. Fuck!