Fashionable Dean
Dean stood before his bedroom mirror, admiring the crisp lines of his reflection. It was a Tuesday, but for a guy with a chest tattoo of the kanji for love and a perfectly chiseled core, every day felt like a Friday night. He stretched, feeling the familiar pull of his muscles, and flashed a brilliant smile at himself. It was time to start the day.
He grabbed his paper coffee cup, the hot brew warming his hands. Taking a deep sip, he looked right into his own eyes in the glass.
“Let us patella clackin,” he announced to the empty room, completely butchering whatever cool morning catchphrase he had intended to say. It did not matter. Confidence was all about delivery, and Dean had that in spades.
Setting the coffee down, he reached for a crisp white tailored dress shirt. He slid his arms into the sleeves, leaving the front entirely unbuttoned to showcase his hard work at the gym. He posed for a brief second, giving himself a subtle nod of approval. The white shirt was classic, safe, and undeniably handsome.
But classic was boring. Dean wanted to make an entrance.
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With a swift, dramatic spin, he ditched the white shirt and threw on his absolute favorite outfit. A vibrant purple blazer paired with perfectly tailored pink trousers. He left the jacket wide open, because buttons were apparently just a suggestion in his world. The pastel colors popped beautifully against the lush green leaves of his large potted houseplants and the soft blue pattern of the bedroom wallpaper. This was the look of a man who owned the room, the street, and possibly the entire city block.
He leaned just a little bit closer to the mirror, checking his perfectly spiked hair one last time. Everything was flawless. Dean gave his reflection a sharp, knowing wink. He was bold, he was bright, and he was ready for absolutely anything.