Stefan Salvatore Outfits Novels & Stories

At this hour, it held only ghosts and insomniacs: a tired waitress refilling coffee, a trucker eating eggs at the counter, and Dante Salvatore sitting alone in a corner booth. He looked different than he had at the center or the restaurant. Less polished. His suit jacket was gone, his shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing forearms marked with scars that looked too deliberately placed to be accidents. His hair was disheveled like he'd been running his hands through it, and shadows pooled under his eyes. He looked, Elena realized with a start, almost human. "Thank you for coming," he said as she slid into the booth across from him. A cup of coffee sat in front of him, untouched and probably cold.

"Casual for you means a thousand-euro suit." "I'll wear jeans. Happy?" Luca smiled, a real one. "I'll believe it when I see it." Friday came and Dante actually did wear jeans, paired with a simple black shirt. When he knocked on Luca's door, Luca opened it wearing dark pants and a sweater that made him look younger, closer to the nineteen-year-old Dante had fallen for. "You actually wore jeans," Luca said. "I said I would." "You look weird. Less terrifying." Luca grabbed a jacket. "Ready?"

Warning, Chapter contains gruesome violence... Luca stepped out of his walk-in closet now in his usual work outfit: A pinstriped suit with a tie and a black hat that matched his black boots. Just as his name 'Black Viper', the outfit must flow and blend with the darkness. Well, the usual dress code of the mafia was black. On his bed were two briefcases: a black and a white with black stripes. He opened the white and inside were arranged his weapons for operation.

One of them was even wearing Francesca's wedding ring. "Who told you you could wear her clothes?! Take it off! Now!" "Who let you wear that ring?!" "Take off everything that doesn't belong to you!" Salvatore's eyes swept over them, but he couldn't even recall their names. He'd kept them around to provoke Francesca, showering them with gifts and attention. This was the first time they had ever seen him this furious. Terrified, they scrambled to take everything off. Carmela, too new to understand, mumbled a protest and refused.

Elena had gone with Mose to avoid any suspicion. Stefan stood by the window, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt with quiet precision. Unlike most events where he’d just throw on something expensive and call it a day, today felt different. He wore the blazer Mia had gifted him..... a rich charcoal black piece with a sleek finish, tailored to perfection. It fit like it was made just for him, hugging his broad shoulders and tapering at the waist. Simple, yet bold. Just like him. Underneath, he paired it with a crisp white shirt, the top two buttons undone.... because he hated ties and refused to wear one unless he was forced to. His black dress pants were sharp, neatly pressed, and fell cleanly o

Carlo Salvatore was a man of contradictions, a monster whom many mistook for a saint, a killer. Standing at 6'4", he carried himself like the beast he was. His skin was a drawing board of violence, marked by knife scars from knife fights and gunshot wounds. A black spiderweb tattoo crawled up the left side of his neck, with which an inscription of a faded barcode LF-117, was covered. The barcode and the spiderweb tattoo were the only remnants of a past he’d burned to the ground.

“You look like a movie star!” I laughed, heart swelling. “Thank you, baby.” Salvatore stepped forward next, and the look on his face… it stopped me cold. Soft. Proud. A little stunned. “You’re beautiful,” he said quietly. Heat rushed to my cheeks. “You clean up pretty well yourself.” He did in his black tux, crisp lines, hair slicked back just enough to look dangerous in a good way. Roc and Marco stood behind him, both in tailored suits, both pretending not to stare at each other.

Her ex, who is my cousin Jake and his young bitchy wife, Tatiana was sitting across from her making cute yet disgusting faces at each other. "Did I tell you how stunning you look, babe?" Stefano asks raising our intertwined fingers so that he can kiss the back of my hand. "About a hundred times." I smile. "You look handsome as well." Stefano was dressed in a black suit. The white shirt he wore underneath had the first two buttons open, exposing the spider tattoo at the side of his neck. He look good to the point I had to stop looking or else I would be undressing him with my eyes in front of everyone.

The dark little freckles litter his face and I notice the fake mole that was placed close to his lips. "I see you got an haircut just for me ey?" I tease, fixing his tie. He was wearing a smart grey gabardine suit, a white fitted dress shirt, and a charcoal - coloured tie with a silken sheen. He looks nice I must say. "I have no choice do I?" He raises an eyebrow looking at me with amusement. "Let's go over the plan over again shall we?" Salvatore pauses, giving me a long look and I stare at him in response. "Mr Mateo here will-"

He stepped into the main room, his muscles rippling beneath the tight white suit the werecats provided. A white collared shirt gave him a refined look. The chic button up shirt covered by the double breasted silk jacket made him look refined, almost like royalty. He came out of the room, trying to adjust the way it clung to his muscles. He looked virile and sexy, tempting her to touch him. His unkempt hair encouraged her to run her fingers through it. Kissable bruises and cuts covered his face. Clarissa flinched. That must hurt. As she stared at her sexy friend considering prohibited sensual delights, Stefan came out of his room. His dark grey outfit matched perfectly his skin color as a gar