Steve Apocalypse Outfit Novels & Stories

With a light chuckle, I got up from the bed and watched Steve rummage through his closet, looking for something that would look good on me. After a few moments of searching, he emerged with a gray shirt and white, torn jeans. As I put on the shirt, I was surprised to see how well it fit me, even though it was oversized. The jeans were tight around my thighs, which were a little bigger than Steve's, but they fit perfectly. I decided to go for a messy hair look, which added a touch of effortless charm to my overall appearance. Meanwhile, Steve went for a white shirt, a gray sweatshirt, and black jeans. He styled his hair using some gel and combed it back, revealing his striking forehead. I cou

Alexander stepped inside. He wasn’t dressed like he was going to the gym. No hoodie. No sweatpants. No wraps peeking from his pockets. Instead, he wore black jeans and a fitted black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms. A tattoo disappeared beneath the sleeve, a long serpent dragon, its tail wrapped along the length of his arm. He looked clean. Like he had thought about how he wanted to be seen tonight. His presence filled the room immediately. Not physically, but because he claimed it without trying.

Livia: Yeah, just come to my flat AS: Alright, I'll be there with one of my cars Livia: Okay, rich man AS: I have to take care of a few things before leaving and also prepare myself Livia: See you in a few minutes AS: You will Livia: <3 AS: <3 * * * * * * * * * * OF: I'm here Steve: I need to see every single piece of cloth you own OF: I don't have many Steve: We'll do just fine with what you own

AVA POV For a full five seconds, my brain simply couldn’t reconcile the image of the little boy I’d helped raise with the gorgeous young man who’d brought us both to such pleasure and comfort last night. The Chris in my mind was a nerdy but well-meaning child. Who was this Alpha now looking over Moonstone Pack with a deep scowl? It was even odder how clearly his authority shone considering that, unlike his sister and my ex-husband, he was not wearing ceremonial robes. He had on simple black trousers with a light blue sweater over a blue-and-white-striped button-up. Even his shoes were plain brown Oxfords.