Tuxedo Kamen Novels & Stories

And then forgot how lungs worked. Because there, standing in my hallway under the dim yellow bulb, was Alex Best. In a tuxedo. I’m not talking about rental tux. I’m talking about a tailored midnight-black Armani, crisp white shirt, black silk bow tie, slim-fit jacket that hugged him in all the right places and whispered money with every line. He looked like a cover of Esquire had come to life. Hair neatly styled, a soft curl falling slightly out of place near his temple, like he didn’t even know how casually heart-stopping he was.

There was an hour left before the wedding. I sat before the vanity mirror, staring at photos from Hannah Hawkes' ex, Lucas Tate, on my phone. In them, he wore my custom-tailored suit and smiled as he held her by the waist. Hannah looked up at him with eyes full of affection. His text followed. "She said I look better in this than you do. "If you want your wedding to go smoothly, beg me." I locked the screen and looked up at the makeup artist. "About the custom-tailored suit I couldn't wear at the last minute, is it true that there was just a tailoring error?"

🤍RAV🤍 I stared at the tuxedo for what felt like an eternity. The tuxedo stared back at me from where it lay across Zoren's massive black bed. The garment bag was crumpled on the floor. The silver zipper glinted under the bedroom lights. The black fabric was expensive and the stitching was perfect and the cut was designed for someone with broad shoulders and a flat chest and narrow hips. I had none of those things. No amount of binding was going to change the shape of my bones.

​Taking a slow calm breath, I picked up my small black clutch, openrd my bedroom door and stepped out into the corridor. ​Kieran was waiting in the living room. ​He was fully dressed now, wearing a custom, midnight black tuxedo that fit his massive, heavily built frame with flawless precision. The crisp white shirt underneath emphasized the dangerous tan of his skin, and his dark hair was styled back, sharp and clean. He was adjusting the cufflinks on his wrists, his face a mask of cold, unbothered discipline. ​Hearing the rustle of my dress, he stopped. He turned around slowly.

“Whoever invented these torture devices needs to be resurrected and shot,” I grumbled to Kam as we were getting ready for the dance. The girls were in Kimi’s room, while Kam and I were in his. I had been attempting to knot a tie at my throat, but failed miserably. Kam laughed at me. “I agree, but Rose says they make a man look smoking hot.” I glanced at him in the mirror. He was wearing a white long sleeve button down shirt, black tie, and a black and gold vest with black slacks.

She was actually hoping Icen would show up even though it was beyond possible. Her attention returned to the man. He was wearing a black tuxedo as though he was going to attend a formal event. He had the same height and broad shoulders as Icen that's why she mistook him for her boss but at further inspection, the difference between them became even more evident.

Yes, This is it, master. Ok then let's rock and roll if I remember I was watching a movie like that and I copied its phrase, and it's good news because I'm now more willing to take any enemies then taso punches the big door, and then it explodes into pieces and, shocking the people inside the room. What the! Hello2x, Tasoshi saya has arrived to kill every one of you. Ho are you, where did you come from? Mr. Tanaka was using his shield, Achilles the great.

The man prepared me in such detail that I almost didn't recognize myself. I walked slowly out of the room and towards Axe. He looked so handsome in his black tuxedo and matching bow tie. I'm not complimenting him, because that's the fact. I can say that Axe is one of those men who is exceptionally good looking. He's very handsome indeed. Unfortunately, his vices masked that fact in my eyes.

*** “Why do I suddenly feel colder here!" Migo exclaimed while looking around and rubbing his shoulder. “Wow. Oh!” Everyone in the hall exclaimed! Holding their breaths, as the male gods are about to enter. One by one, they posed at the booth, like models walking on a runway fashion show. Migo is wearing a Velvet-tailored fit maroon Burgundy 3 piece Suit. A hot playboy image. Kian is wearing a 3 piece Gray Suit Tuxedo, perfect for a handsome heartthrob look.

The camera panned slowly, revealing the man sitting opposite her. Lucas Tindo did not merely occupy space; he dominated it. He was dressed in a charcoal-grey suit tailored with such precision it looked like armor. In his right hand, he held a polished ebony cane topped with a silver lion's head. He didn't need it to walk, but he understood the theater of power. It made him look like a wounded veteran of a war the public didn't know they were fighting yet.