Tuxedo Mask Real Name Novels & Stories

He looked so peaceful yet so… I couldn't get a name for it. I traced my fingers over his extravagant tattoos, most of which were a mixture of ravens, artistic guns and bleeding roses. Was he ex-military or mafia? Or both? Because if he was, that'd be cool. The man who chose to hide behind a mask and answer a quirky name — GunsAreCool. The man who gave me the best blowjob of my life.

Because clearly they underestimated me. One man stood directly in front of me, tall, built like a wall. His face was hidden by a black mask, but his voice was steady when he spoke. Wore a black long sleev, probably trying to hide the fact he had a tattoo. But unfortunately for him he unconsciously raised the sleeve on one arm and quickly brought it down, but I say enough to know the first one was that of a tiger. “Alexander Blackwood. You know why you’re here ?"

HYun-woo asked as soon as he arrived at the meeting place. "I've just arrived, boss," the man responded, presenting him with the requested item. Upon inspection, he felt content as the mask appeared remarkably authentic, ensuring that his true identity would remain undetectable. After completing the payment, he quickly departed and returned to his condo to try on the newly acquired hyperreal mask.

I tugged my corset with my hands. "Well look who decided to show up." Maria smirked. "The man across us, you see him?" There was a man cladded in a black tux, using a gold mask to hide his identity. All that can be seen are his bold green eyes, he had a boy about my age next to him with a similar mask to his, with the build he had plus the dark hair and the same green eyes as the man next to him. It was obvious that he was his son.

Alexander and Pedro said at the same time. After a few more hours, the three gentlemen soon wore their elegant and dashing suits along with those exquisite masks. Pedro looked magical in his all-black long cape suit with hints of gold and black lace mask, while Alexander looked noble with his navy-blue velvet coat and black and silver butterfly mask. Alexander’s hair was styled into a modern quiff that surprised everyone because Alexander was not the type to actually change up his style or try something grandeur.

His mustache was stained with white gray beards and his persona was calm and bold. Rudulph made a small conversation as the man talked about how the Pack had been on edge ever since the new Alpha's reign. Rudolph played smart, not exactly supporting him and not going against him. He spoke fairly of everything the man suggested to him. "Kind sir, I'm searching for a good mask. My A- boss and I would like to move around without our identity exposed." Rudolph said to the man. “I got a spirit mask, ceramic, plastic..you name it." He gestured to all his masks, which guessing he most likely worked on himself because of the proud smile on his face.

Not long later, the door to the private room pushed open, and a waiter led the two men in. The first man wore a ghost mask with blue fangs. Xiao Yihan was startled at first glance, but he soon calmed down. He was now a CEO with a net worth of over ten billion—an identity that the dealer forged for him—and his character could not appear weak. The man behind the ghost mask wore a Spider-Man mask. It was inexplicably comical, and the both of them seemed way out-of-tune standing next to each other. "Mr. X, this is Mr. J, and this is his driver, Mr. S. I wish you all a good time!"

And she links my arm with hers as we head out. The man that I want to see the most right now is Adair. Entering the room where we got our measurements done my breath hitches in my throat as I take in Adair. Holy shit. Cut to precision, his tux is exquisitely made not shying away from showing off his muscular body and broad shoulders. The completly black colored tuxedo with a blood red colored tie screams lethal and not to be messed with. On the breast pocket of his blazer fits a blood red handkerchief with a sword pin, and to complete his look he holds a Roman styled black mask that alludes power and prestige.

He scoffed and stares at the butcher knife and sees his reflection on the steel. His hair root shows his true hair color, and the itchy beard he endured for so long years. And those eye watering stupid contacts that irritates him. "Lukan Sariego was kind of a mysterious person, a person who hides behind the bright clouds. Hiding his real name, real life. Because the real him was... kind of f*cked up." He let out a squeaky chuckle. "But I'll save you the son story of him." He stated as if he's not talking about himself, his life.

Soft, orchestral music is still playing and it's soothing my ears. "Is it good?" Kyrah asks. "Best shrimp ever!" she says. As Kyrah and I help ourselves, I notice that the others are nowhere to be seen, so it's just Kyrah, Roxy and I and a bunch of masked strangers. Just when we're done eating, some guy in a navy tuxedo approaches us and introduces himself as Prada, his code name for the night. So there's definitely got to be a Gucci out there, and a Fendi, maybe a Chanel and Louis Vuitton even.