Vampire Diaries Damon Clothes の小説・ストーリー

I breathed, taking in the sight of the invisible battle behind the walls of the skyscraper before me. Damon came out of the car from the other side. Dressed in a white shirt, a black jacket and a long overcoat. His hair was slicked back with an effortless wave and his jaw was shape into a strong square. The gold in his eyes burned brighter and he looked more of a gentleman than a man who would sign a stranger into a marriage.

ride. I quickly reverted my focus back to him. Damon wore a brown polo shirt, brown and tan plaid shorts that hung below his natural waist (which looked sexy as hell, by the way), stark white Nikes, and a long gold herringbone chain. Diamond studs that sparkled like silver glitter brought attention to his ears and his fresh braids were very nice. If I’m not mistaken, my pussy quivered slightly in the tiny red thong I was wearing underneath my dress. Damon looked scrumptious. FUCK!

It felt like I was nearing my death. Finally, we stopped walking and the blindfold was taken off and standing before me was Damon, looking as handsome as ever. An epitome of Adonis dressed in a black tuxedo that hugged his lean muscles. He wore a matching shirt underneath with two buttons popped open to show a patch of his chest and a thin necklace with a jade pendant. His silver hair, tied up in a perfectly messy chignon, shimmered under the soft amber lights illuminating the drawing room.

I am wearing a purple long-sleeve glitter backlesss dress and paired it with my pump heeled sandals. Meanwhile, Damon is wearing a long pants and a white collared shirt which perfectly hugs his masculine body. He also wears his personalized dog tag with our names engraved on it. Damon is hot as hell right now. His aura is different from being a strict and intimidating CEO. Coz right now, he looks like just a normal person going to a club with his girlfriend.

I muttered, opening the door wider and letting him step in. Damon sighed, standing in the centre of the room and not walking further. He rubbed the stubble on his jaw, his head tilting slightly, and his face blank. I wondered what he was thinking. My gaze wandered from his slicked-back hair to his outfit. Damon was dressed up for the event. He was wearing a fitted black compression shirt, a lightweight leather harness strapped across his chest, holding three throwing knives. Although there was space for more. His black leather pants hugged his frame and accentuated long, strong legs that went on forever. He wore fingerless gloves, worn at the knuckles, and heavy boots that could squash small

"One hour. Don't make me wait." He leaves. I stand there processing. Damon's date. The King showing me why I should choose him. This should be interesting. I find a dress in the closet. Red. Fitted. The kind that makes a statement. If he wants nice, he's getting nice. Exactly one hour later, there's a knock. I open the door. Damon's in formal wear. Black. Perfectly tailored. He looks like power and danger and everything I shouldn't want. His eyes travel down my body. Slow. Deliberate. "Red."

“Mr Damon Grey has arrived. He asked if he could have a moment with you before tonight’s event begins.” I hesitated, my stomach tightening. Finally, I nodded. “Show him in.” The girl hurried away. I brushed invisible lint from my satin blouse, straightened my posture, and took a deep breath. When Damon entered, his quiet confidence seemed to fill the atelier. He wore a charcoal three-piece suit with no tie, the open collar revealing a sculpted throat and a chest tattoo. His cologne was darker than Mike’s – cedarwood, leather, and something smoky underneath.

Chapter 6 - Delirium Damon "You sure you can handle all attention on me tonight?" I teased Lir as I took one last look in the mirror. I wore a black jacket with golden swirl embellishments on it. The tail of the jacket reached the back of my thighs. I left it open, revealing my tucked-in white shirt, tie, and black breeches. I also wore black dress shoes. Lir scoffed in response.

The shift energy was still glowing at my fingertips. I felt like I could break the trees with my bare hands. A branch fell beside me. I turned around, my wolf claws already pushed out. Damon was at the other end of the woods. He wore only loose pants. His chest was bare, and his muscles were tight. His eyes glowed in the dark as they moved over my naked body. “You should not be here,” he said, his voice low and rough at first as he stared at me. But he did not order me back. Instead he stepped closer. His scent filled my nose. It was war smelling the mate bond.

The sound of the door opening behind me had me turning my head. Damon stepped inside, dressed in his usual dark jeans and black button-up, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. His hair was damp, like he’d just come in from a shower somewhere else. He didn’t look at me right away, his eyes instead going to Isla for a brief moment. “You didn’t sleep here,” I said, my voice low but steady. He didn’t flinch. “No. I didn’t.” I crossed my arms over my chest, not bothering to hide the frown that pulled at my lips. “Why?”