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

"Well, we managed to come out of that stuffy place," Issac remarked, looking at the woman beside him. "I apologise. My dates are not usually like this."

"No. That is my fault. Somehow." Eden chuckled, looking up at Issac as they begin to pass several stores. "I should apologise."

"Because ... well, I never told him not to ... you know, pursue me."

"But is that what he is really doing?" Issac asked, raising an eyebrow sceptically as they stopped at the side of the mall.

Walking to the balcony, Eden leaned over the edge, looking down at the clutter of people catting with each other and walking back and forth without a care in the world.

"You know ... I am very indebted to that man." She said, playing with her hair. "He was the one that helped me and my brother when we had nothing.

"It was something I will forever admire him for."

Gift