"Ah! But this—this also brings out the allure!" Drizelous cried, hands flaring dramatically as his brows furrowed in passionate frustration.
They were on the third and final set now. The first two ensembles, while undeniably stunning, had leaned heavily into feminine elegance—lace overlays, sheer fabrics, and silhouettes that hugged and flared in all the ways Florian had grown used to… but never really felt comfortable in. This one, though—this one was different.
More grounded. More structured.
More him.
Florian stood in front of the mirror, letting his eyes drink in the figure reflected back at him. A high-collared coat in deep black hugged his shoulders, embroidered with sharp gold accents that ran like veins of light across his chest. The inner shirt was a dark red, clean and crisp, with the barest hint of ruffle at the cuffs—just enough detail to nod at flair without feeling fussy.
