A figure stepped into his dorm room.
The tux was slightly loose and yet hugged him like they were made exactly for him and no one else— because it was.
The jacket was jet black,matte-finished but threaded with subtle veins of silver that shimmered only when the light caught them right.
His shirt was midnight grey, tailored to perfection, with a collar that sat high and clean—no tie, no frills.
The trousers were sleek, tapered yet free enough not to restrict movements—formal enough to pass in high society, flexible enough to sprint or strike if needed.
His shoes? Deep and polished black, so much so they reflected every light that hit them like a mirror— designed for movement not comfort. No heel clicks. No sound. Just excellence.
The Watch on his left-hand was more of a timepiece— clean, understated, and precise. Every tick of the second drew attention.
His hair was finally kept at bay as he tied it in a high ponytail letting his blue eye be fully noticed and appreciated.
