The clerk barely had time to greet us before Isabella shoved a stack of clothes into my arms. Shirts, coats, trousers, even accessories, things I'd probably never pick out for myself.
"Wait, what the hell is all this?" I muttered, staring at the pile.
"Clothes, obviously~♡," Isabella chimed, tugging me toward the changing rooms. "Now, be a good boy and go change."
"I'm not a doll," I grumbled, but her smirk only widened.
"No, you're better. You're my man, and I want him looking irresistible. So, hurry up."
With a resigned sigh, I stepped into the booth and started changing. The first outfit was a fitted black shirt with a high collar and a long coat, too fancy for my taste.
When I stepped out, Isabella's eyes widened, her lips parting slightly.
"…Oh."
I frowned.
"What?"
Then she giggled, covering her mouth with her hand but failing to hide the wicked grin beneath.
"Hehe~ you look so dangerously good in that… it makes me want to lock you away so no one else can see."
