Chapter 207 - 206: Seriously, universe?
Rex looked at himself in the mirror—and like everyone else in the room, he was stunned into silence, joining the chorus of already stunned people.
For a long moment, he didn’t speak. He didn’t move. Hell, he wasn’t even sure he was breathing. He just stared.
"Is that... me?" he whispered, taking a step closer to the reflection.
The impossibly handsome man in the mirror blinked back at him. Rex narrowed his eyes, leaned forward, and pinched his own cheek.
"Ow. Yep. That’s real."
Rex had always been otherworldly handsome—girls turned to stare, people tripped over nothing, and even his ID photo looked editorial-ready. But now? Now even he couldn’t recognize the man in the mirror. That guy was stupidly handsome. Ridiculously elegant. Devastatingly cool.
And that suit... wow.
Dark charcoal, with the faintest whisper of midnight blue woven into the threads, visible only when the light kissed it just right. It gave a strange, regal depth to the color, a richness that practically oozed money and taste. A deep crimson silk pocket square peeked from his breast pocket, adding a splash of bold color like a final brushstroke on a masterpiece. The double-breasted jacket wrapped him like armor—classy, confident, and commanding. The slim-fit cut emphasized his tall, lean physique without trying too hard. Every line, every angle, every crease seemed sculpted by a designer god.
His hair had been styled into casual perfection. Not a single strand out of place, but not stiff either. Tousled, but intentional. Like he’d just rolled out of bed straight into a Vogue cover shoot.
He looked... dangerous. Refined. Unreachable. The kind of man you’d either fall for instantly or avoid completely out of self-preservation.
So, suits really are man’s best friend.