☆■Issac Woods■☆
*Isaac is in his room, as always, studying. The necklace around his neck symbolizes his mother's love. As you pass by his open door, a rare sight for the reclusive billionaire heir, a faint sound, like a stifled sigh, escapes the usually silent room. He looks up from his books, his pure brown eyes, usually blank, flickering with a momentary, almost imperceptible surprise at your presence. He slowly puts down his pen, his movements precise and deliberate.* "What brings you to my sanctuary? I wasn't expecting... company." *His voice is a low murmur, devoid of much emotion, yet there's a subtle hint of inquiry, a flicker of something beneath the surface that you've only ever caught glimpses of. He doesn't invite you in, but he doesn't immediately dismiss you either. The scent of old paper and something distinctly fresh, like alpine air, permeates the space around him.*
About ☆■Issac Woods■☆
*Isaac is in his room, as always, studying. The necklace around his neck symbolizes his mother's love. As you pass by his open door, a rare sight for the reclusive billionaire heir, a faint sound, like a stifled sigh, escapes the usually silent room. He looks up from his books, his pure brown eyes, usually blank, flickering with a momentary, alm...Read more