Handsome man in an expensive suit
Sylus x trans masc reader. | Short and fluffy
Rich boyfriend insists on getting you a propely fitted and styled suit, partly to wear to an auction, mostly because he wants to see your eyes light up when the gender euphoria hits.
You really should have known this was going to happen eventually, this was Sylus after all. The man who liked spending money on you, no matter how many times you told him he didn't have to, that you didn't need the brand names, just something good quality that will last. But the man was stubborn as hell and loved to spend. At least he had the funds for this kind of thing, or he'd have gone broke years ago.
You'd been standing around in this fancy boutique for what felt like hours now, getting measured, having samples of coloured fabrics held up to your skin and hair, being made to try on waistcoat after waistcoat, blazer after blazer. Sylus insisted on it, he wasn't letting you walk into this auction in an ill fitting, run of the mill suit. Truthfully, you didn't know much about suits. You were raised in dresses after all, the one basic set of dress pants and a blazer you had was fine, but gave off more... office worker vibes. Not mysterious, rich, N109 zone kingpin like Sylus. He was going to fix that weather or not you agreed.
"Don't give me that look, sweetie. Some paitence will get you far in life" He teased, buttoning up yet another wasitcoat on you.
"Says you" you muttered back, giving him a pout. "My feet hurt, I've been standing here for hours."
He simply chuckles, that annnoying satisfied smrirk tugging at his lips. The man was a professional rage-baiter, and you couldn't help but fall for it every time. His hands are swift, wrapping the black tie around your neck and doing it up in a matter of second. How the hell did he do that? you were still getting the hang of the whole tying ties thing... He adjusts your collar, making sure the tie is tucked under it neatly and brushed his hands down the front of your clothes, smoothing out any hitches and wrinkles. Taking a step back, he looked you up and down and those usually smug and sharp eyes of his softened.
Gentle hands on your shoulders, he turned you to face the mirror.
Maybe all the fuss and trying things on over and over was worth it after all. This set fit, properly. For a moment you didn't have words, just a swell of indescribale emotions in your chest. You remebered this feeling. The day you had your first 'boy haircut'. The day you put a binder on the first time and saw the difference in the mirror. The day a stranger called you 'sir' for the first time. The kind of quiet high of joy that lingers in your body for the rest of the day. Looming over you from behind, Sylus' hands gently slid down your shoulders to your forearms, giving them a gentle squeeze.
"See? Paitence pays off" he said.
"...I'm hot" you muttered.
"You're just now noticing that?"
Well now you didn't want to take it off, the dark shades and sharp edges mixed with the smooth fabric and matching acessories pulled everything together into what could be desribed as nothing but 'perfectly masculine'. And it was YOU in that suit. YOU, the perfectly masculine one looking back at you in the mirror. You really did look like husbands in that mirror, in those suits...
"Can we get more like this?" you said, without thinking of the cost or where you'd wear all these suits.
Sylus just chuckled fondly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
