Chapter 885 – Disasters
"I knew this would be a disaster," Lux muttered, eyes locked on the mirror.
Because there was absolutely no way this counted as normal clothing.
He stood there in his room staring at himself like a man witnessing the collapse of civilization in real time.
The "outfit".
No.
The crime against professionalism.
Consisted of black fitted pants so tight they should legally count as emotional manipulation. The material stretched against every line of his body, low on his hips, thin enough to hint at muscle and shape underneath without technically exposing anything.
Technically.
Which honestly made it worse.
There was no shirt.
At all.
Only black cuffs around his wrists attached to decorative silver chains that definitely existed for aesthetic reasons and not because Sira was a menace.
His chest was completely bare.
His abs exposed.
His collarbones visible.
And because the pants sat criminally low…
Lux closed his eyes.
