Taiga Yuki Aesthetic Novels & Stories

They nodded at the same time. “Why?” Annie gave him that ‘you don't know?’ look. “Lewis…” “What?” “She looked like a mix of ice spice and cardi b and you're just… you,” Annie said. “What does that even mean?” Lewis asked with genuine confusion. “The long nails,” Annie explained immediately. “The eyelashes. The attitude. The colorful outfits.” Lewis stared at her. “And me?” he asked. “You are you,” she answered. “You sound judgmental,” Lewis told her.

She asked me. "Yup", I feel like I want to do something too. We finished up our manicures and pedicures and then went to one of the best salons. She had flowing black hair which she traded for a pixie cut, that resembled Tokyo from Money Heist in season 3, and then dyed it platinum blonde. She looked really good.

I’d only seen her as a distant, arrogant figure in meetings. "Here is the brief. Review it," Victoria said, winking at Tiffany before gliding out. The client was Yoyo Fashion, a massive brand that dressed everyone from the young pups to the Elder Alphas. In the meeting room later that day, their director, Ronald Williams, laid out the demands. "We need the aesthetics of the wilderness combined with the comfort of the city. Fashionable, but functional for a shifter on the move," Ronald said. He looked at me and Victoria. "Suggestions?"

Maybe, just maybe, he hadn’t screwed it all up. And there, in the quiet reception room near the entrance, stood Tatsuya Yuki. His dark hair swayed slightly with the breeze from the overhead vent. His posture was relaxed, but his gaze was fixed on the paintings that lined the walls. Paintings of Expensive art, sculptures, and poetic antique. His tall figure, lean yet commanding, looked like it belonged in a fashion spread. A contrast of elegance and strength. Taiga stepped through the door and smiled. “Tatsuya.”

“I'm not sure that I'd survive a date with him. My fear of heights and not a risk-taker” Yuki was glad she was starting to loosen up. “Oh my god,” Yuk suddenly exclaimed, her eyes wide. “Look at this guy!” Angela looked at the profile with interest. “Look at those deep hazel eyes, the chiseled jawline, the perfectly dark hair and the unique handsomeness, doesn't he remind you of someone.” Yuki nudged Angela. Angela was quiet for a moment, a small smile spreading across her face. Yuki couldn't help but grin at Angela.

“I'm not sure that I'd survive a date with him. My fear of heights and not a risk-taker” Yuki was glad she was starting to loosen up. “Oh my god,” Yuk suddenly exclaimed, her eyes wide. “Look at this guy!” Angela looked at the profile with interest. “Look at those deep hazel eyes, the chiseled jawline, the perfectly dark hair and the unique handsomeness, doesn't he remind you of someone.” Yuki nudged Angela. Angela was quiet for a moment, a small smile spreading across her face. Yuki couldn't help but grin at Angela.

4:28. Then at 4:32, the front door swung open. And Yuki emerged. My heart stopped. He was amazing. They had styled his hair into a smooth, feathered look, painted over a fine icy-blue shine that sparkled in sunlight. His outfit was a fitted jacket in holographic silver, belted around the waist, paired with narrow fitted pants and platform boots. His eyes were dramatic with glitter eye liner, and his lips were shiny, pink, and perfect. He came to a halt at the start of the red carpet.

And this time, it doesn't leave. DAMIEN Yuki's office is nothing like the formal boardroom from yesterday. It's modern and minimalist—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Singapore skyline, sleek furniture in blacks and whites, and a stunning piece of contemporary art that is unique to what I have seen, showing her unique and rare taste. She's already there when I arrive at 8 AM sharp, standing by the window in a perfectly tailored black suit that's all business but somehow still manages to be attractive. "Punctual," she observes, turning with a smile. "I like that."

Xavier danced with me as he picked out little conversations which I keep zoning out barely able to keep myself awake. I felt an unfamiliar tingling piling up in my guts. Oh shit! “Lyra” I hear Sage call out my heart dropping at the way his tune sounded. Sage slips his hands through my waist drawing me to him possesively, like I was his price jewel he didn’t want to lose. His action made my back crash to his dominating figure, as his grip gutted tighter on my waist, urging me to bite on my lower lip. “Get to the car” he mumbled to my hearing while he sent glares at Xavier.