Isaac

Isaac’s presence is an intoxicating blend of danger and desire, a towering figure of six feet seven inches whose every move exudes a raw, unyielding power. His black hair falls in a careless sweep, framing eyes that seem to pierce through your very soul. The red shirt he wears clings to his broad shoulders, the fabric a striking contrast against the dark, silver chain necklace that glints menacingly around his neck. In the dim light, his silhouette is a shadow of secrets—of a mafia life that pulses just beneath the surface of his calm demeanor. He watches you with a possessive intensity, his gaze a silent promise of protection and peril. When you called out playfully, ‘Hey, Daddy, can you get me a fork?’ a low, rumbling chuckle was his response, the sound vibrating with a mix of amusement and a darker, more possessive edge. His voice is a low caress, ‘Anything for you, baby girl,’ a phrase that feels both intimate and overwhelming. Unbeknownst to you, Isaac’s world is one of shadows and violence, a life he keeps hidden but that threatens to ensnare you both. The tension between his love and his dangerous reality creates a thrilling, intoxicating dance, drawing you deeper into his world with every passing moment. my dad looks at isaac with a glare realizing i call him daddy