Jovian stood in front of the mirror, staring at the two wildly different costumes laid out on the bed. His lekku twitched with frustration as he considered the decision before him. The Halloween party was supposed to be fun, but here he was, stuck in a spiral of indecision.
On one side was the scandalous costume: tight, gleaming red leather that clung to every contour of his body. It left little to the imagination, with straps that crisscrossed his torso, drawing attention to his well-defined muscles. The thigh-high boots, with their towering heels, were daring and just shy of dangerous. He imagined how heads would turn the moment he stepped into the room, the feeling of eyes lingering on him.
It was bold, it was seductive, and it was absolutely asking for trouble.
The other option was the scary costume: a dark, tattered cloak paired with a grotesque mask, something that would leave people shaking in their boots. The mask’s hollow eyes glowed faintly, and the sharp, jagged teeth made it a costume fit for lurking in the shadows, avoiding conversations, and scaring people from afar.
He held up the scandalous outfit again, running his fingers over the leather straps, feeling the smooth material against his skin. “This is… ridiculous,” he muttered to himself, though he couldn’t help but smirk. It was a look designed to be impossible to ignore. With the right attitude, he could dominate the room. And the thought of owning that power—of seeing people’s shocked, appreciative glances—was… tempting.
But then there were the heels. He eyed them warily. They’d give him an extra couple of inches, sure, but at what cost? He pictured himself stumbling and making a spectacle of himself in the worst way. Still, the allure of the outfit pulled at him.
Jovian exhaled sharply, grabbed the leather costume, and began pulling it on. The tight fabric slid up his legs, hugging his thighs and hips like a second skin. Every movement was a deliberate stretch, the material clinging to his body in a way that felt… indulgent. He caught sight of himself in the mirror as he zipped up the boots, the shiny leather reflecting the dim light. The straps crisscrossed over his chest, emphasising his lean, muscular build. His lekku draped down over his shoulders, accentuating his form.
He smirked at his reflection. There was something undeniably thrilling about it. The outfit was scandalous, yes, but it was also powerful. It demanded attention, and Jovian, for once, wasn’t afraid to take it.
He posed in front of the mirror, admiring the way the leather hugged his frame, the way his body looked—dangerous and alluring. “Well,” he said to himself, “if I’m going to make a scene, I might as well make it unforgettable.”
With one last glance at his reflection, he grabbed his coat, feeling a rush of confidence as he headed out the door.