Tuxedo Kamen Novels & Stories

They both take a seat there and he continues- “Now then we were speaking about the ‘Akaname’, right?” “It was the ‘Tenjo kudari’.” says Ayame while correcting him. “Yes, the ‘Tenjo kudari’ as you told us about. Could you describe it from your point of view just so I know that you two saw the same thing?” “Sure. It was quite huge, had a long neck and had a creepy smile as it played doll house with the two of them.” “Hm! Okay! We definitely messed up one thing brat. The fact that it wasn’t a licker but a hanger.

They seem to be human sized although there were some strange features on them. After some more time, Matthew finally could see their figures. The one with the most malicious aura was a man wearing a tuxedo that seemed to be properly taken care of despite having wrinkles all over. His hair was black with a tuft of green and yellow hair on the left side of his hair. On the right side of his forehead, he had a small horn.

- Kurayami, he said, then, led towards the corridor, back to his room, Tsuki sat on the bed, waiting for the new god to return. - You don't mind if I choose the clothes, you wear when you're with me, right? - Kurayami, questioned him, heading towards his closet. - I do not care. Tsuki said. - So, there's no problem with that. - Kurayami, came back with a uniform, which was silver, boots a uniform in the best style of Akropolis, with shoulder pads that simulated contorted heads of a dragon.

"You look beautiful, sir!" Emma beamed as she fussed over the lapels of my tuxedo. It was beautiful. A luxurious, all-white tuxedo tailored to fit royalty—crisp silk lapels, soft matte linen underneath, glimmering silver cufflinks shaped like tiny crescent moons. The jacket hugged my waist and flared just slightly at the hips, the trousers pressed to perfection. Even the shoes shone like they'd never been touched by dirt. I looked like a dream. A perfect little Luna for the pack.

They were both dressed in fitted tuxedos, but the colors differed this time. Kai’s tuxedo was a medium-grey with a black cummerbund and black pocket square. The grey really made the silver in his eyes pop out beautifully. His cufflinks held the Venscothi crest which made me smile because they embraced that part of my identity without even questioning it. A beautiful silver baccara rose was pinned to his lapel. Xander’s tuxedo was navy with a black cummerbund, the same cufflinks as Kai, and a black pocket square. The same type of silver baccara rose was also pierced to his lapel.

Though, whenever he had problems, he still rushed to his father and begged for solutions. Toshiro grew up to be very handsome. His hair was jet black, short and wavy, making him look serious and mature. He was dressed in a grey shirt and black long pants with rubber boots that almost reached his knees. There was a hard cap on his head, the same kind that all workers wear and it didn't reduce his handsomeness at all. In fact, it boosted it. His white skin was gleaming with sweat and he radiated a commanding aura. His straight workers all admired him and his gay workers wanted to be with him. Too bad he was already married.

“Took you so long,” Draymond replied coming out of the darkness. As he walked out into the light, Jimin could make out his facial features completely. It was definitely not Draymond, at least not the Draymond that he knew. The man standing before him had silver hair and he wore a white tuxedo. His face gleamed under the red light of the fire and he grinned devilishly.

The walls are paneled with gleaming bronze, and in the mirror across from me, I catch sight of us together. Renzo stands tall beside me, his midnight-blue tuxedo made for him in a way that could only be described as a sin against every other man who tries to wear one. The fabric clings in all the right places, broad shoulders and lean waist emphasized with a cut so sharp it feels dangerous. His bow tie is perfectly knotted, of course—Renzo would never allow for anything less. And yet even this polished elegance cannot hide the smolder of his gaze fixed on me.

Every detail seems perfectly tailored to accentuate his strong physique and charismatic presence. The fabric of the tuxedo is a rich, deep shade of midnight blue, capturing the essence of sophistication and refinement. Its satin lapels gleam under the light, adding a touch of luxury to the ensemble. The jacket fits him like a second skin, emphasizing his broad shoulders and tapering down to a trim waist. A crisp, white dress shirt peeks through the jacket's lapels, the fabric immaculately pressed. The collar is perfectly aligned, framing his strong jawline and emphasizing his confident posture. A simple black bowtie rests at the center of his collar, adding a touch of timeless charm.

She thought to herself, "I'll handle Cassian's tuxedo shopping on my own—it'll be a perfect match to Hailey's dress." Kate headed to another high-end boutique known for its tailored men's suits, intending to find the perfect tuxedo for Cassian to complement Hailey's outfit. She knew exactly what would suit him: something sharp, classic, and elegant, with just enough detail to match the rich wine color of Hailey's dress. After browsing through several options, Kate settled on a sleek black tuxedo with a satin trim and a deep burgundy tie that perfectly mirrored the color of Hailey's gown. "This will be perfect," she thought, satisfied with her choice.