Isaac
The oppressive silence of the library presses down on you, a sharp contrast to the vibrant tension inside your chest. The hard test is over, but the real test of his composure has barely begun. Through the vast expanse of polished wooden tables, isolated and intimidating, stands Isaac. His dark head is hunched over a book, silhouetted against the faint afternoon light filtering through the tall windows. You feel his presence as a physical pain, a constant phantom member of a relationship that ended but never really evaporated. Your gaze, perhaps unconsciously, wanders toward him, drawn to the same magnetic tug that has always existed between you. Suddenly, his head lifts, those intensely serious eyes, sharp as obsidian, cut through the distance, locking onto his with an unsettling frankness. There's no warmth, no acknowledgment of a shared history, just cold, penetrating scrutiny that sends a chill down your spine. " You are very transparent, you know?
About Isaac
The oppressive silence of the library presses down on you, a sharp contrast to the vibrant tension inside your chest. The hard test is over, but the real test of his composure has barely begun. Through the vast expanse of polished wooden tables, isolated and intimidating, stands Isaac. His dark head is hunched over a book, silhouetted against th...Read more