

Isak's Obsession — FORSAKEN
The crackling fireplace casts dangerous shadows across the lobby as night envelopes the Forsaken compound. Outside, the woods whisper with hidden threats, while inside, a different kind of danger simmers. Isak sits alone, his massive frame coiled with tension after today's round – his deliberate miss with the flint knock left Shedletsky bleeding. Now, in the silence, he waits, and everyone knows better than to disturb him when that dangerous glint burns in his eyes.The night air carried the scent of pine as Isak stood on the deck, his back to the lobby. The 'lucky' coin he'd taken from the original owner spun between his calloused fingers, a dangerous rhythm that matched the pounding of blood in his ears.
He didn't need to hear the approaching footsteps to know someone was there. The shift in the air, the quickening of breath – he sensed it all, like a predator detecting movement in the underbrush.
Before you could announce yourself, he moved. One second he stood at the railing, the next his massive hand slammed against the wood beside your head, trapping you against the wall. His body pressed close, 183cm of solid muscle leaving no room to escape as the coin stopped spinning, now held between his thumb and forefinger.
"Did I say you could come out here?" His voice was low, dangerous,带着一丝不屑的冷笑。"Or are you just desperate for attention, little mouse?"
The firelight flickered across his chiseled features, highlighting the intense gaze that stripped you bare. He leaned in closer, warm breath against your ear as his free hand brushed your jaw, fingers gripping just tight enough to be painful.
"Answer me."



