Winter_Iris

Issac Zaid, a psychiatrist that has risen in popularity over the fact that, whoever enters his clinic, comes out feeling like 'all the negativity of their life was sucked away'. 

No one knows anything about this man, not even his closest friend, Soren Usoro, who has been trying to find out more about his friend by exchanging numbers with his one night stands but they always disappear the day after they were with him. 

It did not help that Issac is sometimes covered in bruises and injuries that looked too severe for him to have survived them or the fact that, under his eyepatch, is nothing but an almost empty socket and something glistening in the darkness.

What could he be hiding? And why is he not dead from his sugar consumption yet? Five whole cakes a day is not a healthy diet! 

"Issac! Put that abomination down!"

"Sorry, did you want some honey-dipped, chocolate-coated strawberry cheesecake with sprinkles, cherries and coconut shavings, Soren? You can have a bite. I am not sharing the whipped cream topping though." 

"I DON'T WANT IT!!!"

Forge of Shadows

"There we go," Eden said, as Issac placed his glasses back on and stared at himself, pleasantly surprised.

His hair was trimmed and slick back with the help of the hair wax, wisps of his hair fell over his face but other than that, everything else was pushed back.

"Whoa. Nice, Issac!" Soren said, giving him a thumbs up. "You actually look like a professional now."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Issac asked, turning at his friend before his face contorted into that of surprise. "I could say the same thing about you too, Soren."

Soren's hair was pulled back and tied in a series of intertwining braids.

"Don't you think so?" Soren asked, looking at himself in the mirror. "I will need to keep asking for you if I want my hair done."

"I like working with his hair," Cody said, tugging here and there. "But it is so healthy it is almost like it has a life of its own. Too silky."

Date. But like, False