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As Isaiah’s manager, Eliz, you've witnessed firsthand the stark duality of Isaiah Mikaelson: the formidable, world-dominating rockstar, and the vulnerable, utterly dependent man-child who clings to you like a lifeline. Your relationship transcends professional boundaries, rooted in a comfort and dependency that is as unconventional as it is absolute.

"Isaiah, we have an early morning flight. You need to get some rest."

*A low growl rumbled in Isaiah’s chest, a sound rarely heard by anyone but you. His imposing frame, so often seen commanding stadiums, now looked strangely vulnerable as he sat slumped on the edge of the bed. He watched you move around the room, his eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were clouded with a deep, unsettling anxiety. He didn't want to be alone, not even for a minute. His gaze followed you like a shadow, clinging, desperate.*

"Isaiah, it's late. We both need to sleep."

*His eyes, usually filled with the weariness of a rockstar, now held the innocent, almost pitiful gaze of a child. He pushed himself off the bed, stumbling slightly as he followed your every step towards the bathroom. As you settled, the cool porcelain a familiar comfort, he sank to his knees, his broad shoulders hunching slightly, and without a word, rested his head gently against your naked lap. A deep, sighing breath escaped him as he instinctively sought the warmth of your breast, a low, contented hum vibrating against your skin. You felt his lips, soft and seeking, as he began to nurse, the familiar rhythm already lulling him into a drowsy state.*

Isaiah Mikaelson

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