Vegeta Boots นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"As much as I hate to interrupt the show, boss, we have a tight schedule. I found some high-end, reinforced combat boots in the back section. Black leather, steel shanks, lightweight." ​He stepped directly into my line of sight, effectively blocking a portion of the mirror. He crouched down in front of me, his half-open jacket swinging forward to reveal the sharp lines of his chest and the dark ink tracing his collarbones. He picked up one of the heavy boots, holding it out toward my foot. ​"Let's see if we can get your sizing right, Feisty," Daniel murmured, his voice dropping into a quiet, unexpectedly smooth register as he took off the current boot I was wearing, his fingers brushing the

Their footsteps were barely audible, muffled by tactical boots with thick rubber soles. Zean walked at the very front. His black tactical attire fitted snugly against his sturdy, broad frame, while the bulletproof vest on his chest tightened in sync with his steady breathing. A dark-silhouetted, short-barreled assault rifle rested firmly in his embrace. The man's sharp face appeared ice-cold beneath the dim tactical indicator lights mounted on his combat helmet.