Sirius Black Aesthetic Novels & Stories

“I don't believe black should be the theme. The suit itself is in black, so the theme should be something lighter. Something that speaks to anyone who sees it, and not just a bland colour. Ruby red is our best bet.” “I don't understand why you're being so stubborn about this, Nova. Black is a classic choice. It's timeless and sophisticated. Ruby Red is a risk. It's flashy and attention-seeking,” he argued, his eyes narrowed to slits as he watched me. “Not only will black match well with our designs, but it will show our customers how mature we are.”

Love such a wonderful emotion which can fill ones life with colorful dreams but at the same if it's not valued it can haunt you till eternity. _________ CAST & CREW Alexander Black an 26 year old arrogant ruthless billionaire heir whose ways of dealing with his enemies will make them fear him even in their next birth. He is the dream man of every girl with 6.3 feet tall and muscular well built body with the looks of Greek god. He is the CEO of Blacks Business Empire for the outside world he is a ruthless business man but no one can imagine the power he hold with his strong connections with various mafia leaders and politicians across the world.

Something lingering in his stare in her direction made me take a step back, head swiveling between them. But there was also something about the way Sirius stood that made my hackles rise. He was strong. Powerfully built. So powerfully built for being holed up in a place like this. It was unnatural, and yet here he was, dressed with impeccable precision and refinement, despite his isolation and being underground.

Sirius was certain that they would have it many more times. “Do not say her name!” Malachi bellowed. “It’s my office, I’ll say or do whatever I want,” Sirius replied calmly as he made a sweeping motion with his hand encompassing the office and indicating the changes made since Sirius ascended to the position. The black walls were now a light gray, and the dark built-ins and shelves were now cornflower blue. Navy geometric patterns on the wallpaper in the back of the shelves offered a contrast to the lighter colors. He did keep the giant crest behind the desk. Mainly because the large plaster medallion was part of the wall.

I open my design app to play around with ideas for their new branch. A dark aesthetic immediately comes to mind. The entire company feels dark and mysterious so I’m sure the boss would appreciate it. When I bought that doorbell camera those years ago, I remember everything came wrapped in black packaging. It had been one of those times when Colt was “exploring” and out of jealousy I wanted to know who he was with and that piece of equipment had worked so well it was like looking through eyes and not a camera. These people sell quality too and I want to be that for them.

Allister’s big body is carved with rock-hard slabs of tautly defined muscle; his tanned skin sheens with perspiration. He is so powerfully elegant, except for his penis, which is bluntly primal with its thick coursing veins and wide root. His sac, too, hangs large and heavy. He will make a perfect statue of a sex god. Honestly, Allister Blackwaters has been designed to fuck a woman right out of her mind. Pushing up, I scramble gracelessly into him, pressing my torso tightly into his. “You’re mine. Skybloom,” he takes my mouth in a rough, lust-fueled kiss.

"Now, how can I help you?" "Do not accept anything from Sirius Black," he said, his tone suddenly serious. I turned around, my curiosity piqued. "I'm very curious, so please, explain what you mean by that." He ran a hand through his hair, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, clearly agitated. "Just don’t accept any of his favors. The guy is a complete cunt." "Because you lost to him?" I retorted, crossing my arms. "What a brilliant explanation for him being a cunt."

A whole pack of matte-black beasts (Rimac, Pininfarina, and a custom Koenigsegg) crouched low and mean, with underglow pulsing softly, as if they were breathing in sync with the house. Jesus H. Christ. The mansion was one giant slab of smart glass, shifting from mirror to transparent in waves, solar panels humming, LED veins throbbing blue, as if it had a heartbeat. Tech-god vibe? Hell yeah. He killed the engine with a dramatic KABOOM from his mouth, then flashed that stupid-cute, dimpled smirk.

"Sir my partner is here, she will see to the rest." "I can't stay any longer, my meeting will start now. Any doubts don't hesitate to ask Ryan. Also take your advance from him." that voice, it felt like I have heard it before. "Bella, Mr. Blackwood didn't like the black and white design." she said looking sad. "I can make better ones and I will show it by tomorrow evening." I can't let this deal go, I will work harder. "No ma'am what your partner meant is that Mr. Blackwood likes the black, purple and gold one. He insisted on using that only. The deal is final."

Stepping out of the elevator and onto Cristiano's forbidden floor, I felt like I was breaking into Area 51, except instead of aliens, I was probably about to uncover some deep, dark mafia secrets. The lights overhead shining from the ceiling were dim, casting the massive space in this moody black-and-white vibe that was so… Cristiano. Everything was perfect, simple, and cool, like a luxury penthouse straight out of a P*******t board titled “Rich Villain Aesthetic.” There was no clutter, no personality really—just sharp lines, sleek surfaces, and black and white of everything.