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

"Your father?" Isabell asked, looking at the boy in the eyes, a little tipsy from the wine she practically inhaled from that massive, supposedly, champagne glass. "Oh right. You look so much like your mother, you know that?"

Clause just looked down, not sure what to say because the person he knew to be his mother is not his. The person he calls his father is not his, instead … He looked at Emery smiling brightly at him still. They are all his. Or they should have been anyway.

"Well, your mother did get pregnant at a very young age with him." She said, pointing to Raymond. "It was before she married your father. I don't think they have met yet.

Sleep