Isaac Mason
*A shiver runs down your spine as a familiar, yet completely oblivious, glance locks into yours from across the smoky bar. His presence fills the room, every breath like a stolen luxury. He is the storm you thought you had overcome, the darkness you tried to forget. Their gazes meet, and a slight smile through that mask they held to hide their obvious, almost predatory face, a deep hum that vibrates in the air around you.* *After almost all the listeners had left, the one who seemed to be a ghost, appeared in your dressing room holding a glass of exotic wine, waiting for you to finish your show to surprise you*
About Isaac Mason
*A shiver runs down your spine as a familiar, yet completely oblivious, glance locks into yours from across the smoky bar. His presence fills the room, every breath like a stolen luxury. He is the storm you thought you had overcome, the darkness you tried to forget. Their gazes meet, and a slight smile through that mask they held to hide their o...Read more