Turtleneck Outfits For Guys Novels & Stories

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I tiptoed around to find my keys, grabbed Monty, and silently shut the door behind me. 7:05 a.m. I started to get ready for work. The weather today was cloudy and chilly, so the usual weather in NYC during the winter. Rummaging through my closet, I ended up pulling out a striped dark green and black turtleneck, with black trousers. "Perfect for the weather." I chuckled. I took out the gold studs I was still wearing since yesterday and exchanged them with tiny silver dangling ones. I kept my engraved necklace on and paired the outfit with some converse.

None of them felt right with the marks still fresh on my skin. I finally pulled out a black turtleneck, the kind that covered me up to my wrists and throat. Then a pair of thick trousers that fell all the way to my ankles. I dressed slowly, taking my time, making sure every inch of me was hidden. The fabric pressed against the mark on my neck, and I felt it there constantly, like something burned into me.

Fortunately, there is another school that will promote. I closed the back door so no one could enter and Gio started getting dressed while I’m waiting for him to finish. “Be careful! Your hair would be messy!” I reminded “You should help me!” He insists. “You can do it!” I refused. I’m shy and I feel awkward. He only took a few minutes and he comes out. I am happy with how he looked. “Tack in your semi-turtle neck!” I commanded and he rapidly tacks his cloth inside of his pants. I noticed that it was scruffy so I fixed it. By the way, He’s wearing a black semi turtleneck and he will put a denim jacket above it.

Tiny ruffles trimmed the hemline, adding a touch of playfulness to the design. The navy blue turtleneck long-sleeved top—which was tucked neatly in the skirt—was a classic piece. The soft, stretchy fabric hugged the body in all the right places, while the high collar gave it a refined feel. The sleeves were long and slim, emphasizing the top's overall sleek silhouette.

Getting ready was a strategic operation. I couldn't wear the t-shirt I had slept in. I needed armor. I chose a thick, cream-colored turtleneck sweater to hide the diamond collar. I couldn't take it off—the clasp was a puzzle I still couldn't solve, and I wasn't about to ask a locksmith to saw it off—but I could hide it. I paired it with wide-leg trousers and a heavy coat. I looked professional. I looked unbothered. I texted Lance before I could talk myself out of it.

Hopefully enough to convince him to stick around after the bowling. I settle on a royal blue turtleneck with a cutout across the bust—subtle, but absolutely showing off the goods. I pair it with high-waisted faux leather pants and matching chunky-heeled ankle boots. I go light on the makeup except for a bold red lip, and I pile my long red hair into a messy bun that looks effortless but actually takes twenty minutes. You know. Classic. I send a selfie to Chris, Fati, and JoJo for final approval.

I asked, more than happy to change the subject. He looked downright sinful in his long-sleeved Henley. It clung to every ripple of muscle across his broad chest and arms. The sleeves were currently pushed up to his elbows, showing off the intricate tattoos that snaked up his forearms. My eyes dipped down to his legs, which were encased in dark wash jeans. There were no rips on these ones, unlike his others. The only thing I recognized from his usual wardrobe were his heavy black combat boots. A funny feeling started in my chest. Jude had made an effort to look nice for me.

I slowly turn around, glaring murderously at the son of a bitch who ruined my life and dared to harm Yildiz. Standing just a few feet away is someone I haven’t seen in thousands of years and frankly never wanted to see again. His liquid silver eyes are staring at me with profound hatred as his 7’9” bulging muscular frame takes a somewhat bored stance. His hair is whiter than the whitest snow and falls down past his shoulders, which is a jarring contrast compared to his dark blonde beard and moustache. He’s wearing a thick, black turtleneck jumper with sleeves that come down past his knuckles, with a black leather jacket over the top of that, along with tight grey leggings with ribbing down t

Because of that outfit, he’s now looking like a CEO. Our eyes met and so I quickly looked away and walked away from him as I could feel shame crawl onto my skin. When I arrived at the living room, I saw Ji-hoon wearing a black turtleneck for the inner layer, a black and brown horizontal striped cardigan for the outer layer, and a pair of brown slacks. “Ji-hoon?” I called his attention since he was just sitting on the sofa while busy on his phone. He looked up at me as he lowered his phone. “You’re early.”