The Bloodline jacket fit perfectly on Wolf, hugging his broad frame as if it had been tailored just for him. He stood there proudly, arms slightly open, flaunting the look as though he had just been crowned king. There was no hiding the satisfaction on his face, he was proud, and he wanted the world to know it.
Even though he wasn't an official member of the Bloodline group, that didn't seem to matter to him. After all, Wolf had his own gang and his own people to lead, his own little empire to worry about. But details like uniforms and branding? He had never put much thought into such things, until now.
The moment he laid eyes on the jacket, something about it just clicked. It felt like pulling a rare gacha item from a mobile game, one that elevated his entire presence. Like unlocking a special cosmetic skin that made you feel like the main character. Now, standing in the center of the room under the lights, he was impossible to ignore.
And he wasn't being ignored.
