Naked is the New Black
He was Lord Sirius Black III, of the Noble and Most Ancient House, Duke of Sutherland, Marquess of Stafford, and Master of Godric Hall. He would not be sent into a tailspin by a simple tailor. He would not pine over a meagre suit. He was stunning, dripping in silver and black and deep shades of purple. It was him, his beauty, his body, not someone’s craft, that made him the powerful, imposing figure that commanded the attention of every insipid soul out there. More, they demanded. And he would be more. He would be everything.
After the death of his father, Sirius takes up his place at the head of Britain's most influential aristocratic family. And Sirius is absolutely fine with it. After all, he has the wealth, the titles, the huge estate - plus everything money can buy. What more could he possibly want?But there’s something missing, a hollow ache he can’t ignore and that he's apparently determined to fill with suits. Which explains why he finds himself returning again and again to the quaint little atelier across the Welsh border. It certainly has nothing to do with the attractive tailor and his stupid smirk.