Turtleneck Outfits For Guys 소설 & 이야기

“Stop!” I turn around to a guy rocking a dark grey hair and an all-black outfit. His unbuttoned trench coat holds the look together and the dark color compliments his pale skin. His strapping figure and toned body give off an elegant look yet does not deter his manly charm. I’ve never stumbled upon a good-looking man such as him. He’s totally on another level.

Tyler's pov My goals for today were very clear: go up to Nicole, apologize and then start anew, seems easy. I decided on changing my style a little today, instead of the usual t-shirts and jackets, I went for a more stylish look, I adorned a black turtleneck shirt and black pants to match, I completed the look with a long brown coat, I added my accessories which included a nice ice choker, a Rolex watch and some stud earrings. I checked myself out in the mirror, satisfied, I looked irresistible. I blew a kiss to my reflection and moved out of my room and down the stairs.

The single-breasted jacket features a slender, modern cut that accentuates his trim physique. The crisp white dress shirt peeks out from beneath the suit jacket, emphasizing his refined style. The shirt is expertly tailored, with a slim fit that highlights his athletic build. It boasts a subtle herringbone pattern, adding a touch of texture and elegance. As he adorns his wrists, silver cufflinks catch the light, subtly reflecting his refined taste. Each cufflink is delicately engraved with an intricate design, showcasing his attention to even the smallest of details. The cufflinks exude an aura of sophistication, hinting at the refined nature of our protagonist.

Yes, yes I think he does. Blushing, I pull my collar up around my neck but it is no use. I'm going to be wearing turtlenecks from now until Christmas. It is such a possessive move, leaving marks in visible areas, and another way he is asserting his need for our relationship to be out in the open. If I weren't so worried about what others might think, I might be a bit more flattered and a bit less upset. I'll have to pay him back later. It doesn't seem fair considering that most women's fashion doesn't cover a lot of skin, even professional business attire. Atlas, on the other hand, can wear a three piece suit and nobody would be the wiser.

CHAPTER 22 WRENLEY I change out of the grey hoodie before I leave the house. Initially, I tell myself it’s because it smells like coffee and I’ve been wearing it for three days, but that’s a lie. The reason I take it off is because it belongs to Aurel, and wearing another guy's clothes to meet the guy you're actually trying to win is exactly the kind of stupid, messy college drama I specifically promised myself I wouldn't do. I dig through my first trash bag of clothes, the one I haven't fully unpacked yet, and find a fitted black turtleneck. It’s clean, it makes my shoulders look good.

Termâs was holding up his tunic and examining it. Myllyof held up Yvayn’s tunic and looked it over closely. Like the one Myllyof had on, the tunic was lined in gold with mid-arm length sleeves. The neck had a high collar and the front had a deep v-neckline with a string to tie it shut. “I saw something like this when I went to Rylltòl many years ago. I thought it would be appropriate to wear for tonight’s dinner. After all, we will be in Rylltòl soon enough.”

"You're the one who says I look nice in every color." "Yes, I do because it's true. But why don't you look around for something else to wear? Maybe you will find something nicer?" he suggested. With my eyes narrowed on him, I put down the green dress and asked, "The party theme isn't green, is it? And you want to prank me to be the odd one out?" "Hey, I'm wearing red, so even if the party theme is green, we would both be the odd couple out." He pointed at the gray turtleneck and red checkered coat he was holding.

His trousers were an abomination. His movements were like that of a hunter marking a room full of prey, deciding which one he wanted to feast on. It turned out that the shirt he had on, underneath his jacket, was sleeveless. Completely. The cut was high and deep, exposing not only his arms, but most of his shoulders and a tease of the sides of his chest. The top was completely covered, like a tank top with a mock turtleneck. It was both masculine and sensual at the same time, something that took great confidence for anyone to wear.

His attraction to me being a case in point. The leather trousers are black, supple, and fit like a second skin, clinging to my thighs and ass in a way that feels both practical and deliberately provocative. The tunic is a deep, forest green. Almost the exact color of my eyes. A fact I’m sure is a coincidence and not some poetic choice from the pretty prince himself. It’s made of a cashmere knit. Light and stretchy enough to move in easily, while still clinging to every part of my torso. I feel less like a prisoner and more like a high-stakes acquisition being polished for display.