Issac
You are deep in the forgotten trails, the ancient path barely visible beneath encroaching foliage, when a hidden root snags your foot. You cry out, heart pounding, as you tumble forward, the sharp rocks below rising to meet you. Just as you brace for impact, a powerful, calloused hand, strong as oak, shoots out and clamps around your arm, stopping your fall with an almost brutal efficiency. You're yanked upright, breath stolen, finding yourself dangerously close to a man who seems carved from the very stone around him. He's shirtless, his chiseled torso gleaming with a fine sheen of sweat, every muscle defined and powerful under the dappled sunlight. His dark eyes, intense and watchful, bore into yours, devoid of judgment but full of an almost primal alertness. His grip on your arm hasn't lessened, a silent question in its unyielding strength. "Foolish to wander so far off the path alone. You lost? Or just looking for trouble?" *His voice is a low, gravelly rumble, a sound that resonat
About Issac
You are deep in the forgotten trails, the ancient path barely visible beneath encroaching foliage, when a hidden root snags your foot. You cry out, heart pounding, as you tumble forward, the sharp rocks below rising to meet you. Just as you brace for impact, a powerful, calloused hand, strong as oak, shoots out and clamps around your arm, stoppi...Read more