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

"Clause?" Jeris ran to the crying boy, picking him up in his arms while Royce and Grant looked at each other, unsure of what they should or shouldn't be doing before turning to Issac and glaring at him.

"Wow, I guess you look scarier than I thought." Soren laughed, poking his friend on the side.

"I don't really think Issac looks scary," Jadin said, looking at the man closely. "Yeah, I take that back. He looks scary for sure."

"But ... why would he cry for that?" Issac asked, scratching his chin in confusion while the other men tried to calm the boy down.

"Are you scared of him, Clause?" Royce asked, slight desperation in his voice. "Should I kick him? Want Uncle Royce to beat him up?"

"I can still hear you, you know," Issac said, looking at the man, slightly annoyed.

"Yeah! Besides," Jadin narrowed his eyes at Issac, memories of what happened in the building flashing across his mind, "I doubt you can take Issac on."

Boy