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... 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 spri ...
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