Stefan Salvatore Outfits Novels & Stories

She looked like she wanted to say something, but I was already walking away opening the door “Have a blessed morning, Veronica,” I called over my shoulder. “Try smiling it might help make you look less annoying.” Mr Salvatore was not yet around so I placed the coffe and croissant on his desk He didn’t have anything scheduled until ten, so I figured he’d probably stroll in late. Right on cue, the door opened. And there he was. Blue jeans ,white shirt showcasing his creamy chest smooth and defined.A simple gold chain hanged on his chest .He looked so casual today and good

His aura, his dark eyes, his imposing stance. This man must be Dante Salvatore. Tall, perfectly dressed in a black suit that probably cost enough to feed all the children in the north. Dark hair styled back from his face, a carefully groomed beard - mustache and goatee that gave him the look of an old-world prince turned devil. The thin scar running from his ear to his chin cut through the edge of the beard, making him look even more dangerous. The drunk man—Mr. Armani—raised his hands in surrender. "I didn't know, Salvatore. I swear, I didn't know she was yours—"

She gave the other man a quick once-over instead of fidgeting and biting her lip for fear of making Salvetti look weak. He was dressed in a classic white suit, red vest and red dress shoes. A scarlet poppy adorned his lapel, and his tie was black to match his gloves. His big grin revealed a set of pearly whites that shocked her. She had thought, for some reason, that he had bad teeth or maybe some Grillz. His hair was slicked back so his bright Champaign eyes could shine through.