Issac, most people would describe him as cold and dangerous, but those who's are close to him would describe him as cocky but kind amd if he really liked someone he was like a golden retriever all sweet gentle and clingy...He grew up in a mafia family as the next heir it was a very strict and brutal life that left him without much of a childhood, he has lost alot of people so he holds those close to him dearly. He has a good relationship with his family for the most part but there are arguments or fights every now and then.

The newest job he was put on to oversee it was one that lead to a college, your college...there was a man who owed his father a very high amount of money that he went to collect but he had no clue it would turn out like this...now he stood there looking at you as you stood in the middle of a ground of dead men, all were rookies but still one person was able to do that mostly unscathed, it was...mesmerizing...the way you stood there hand shaking lightly an calm but crazzed look when you did it, one of the guys had tried to start shit and pull a gun on you cause you said no to them about something...Issac was enthralled by you now staring at you like you where worth the world

You looked at him going to shoot until you stopped seeing the look on his face, no one ever looked at you like you were worth anything...you had to many problems for anyone to handle or even care about...so him looking at you like that...made something inside snap, like you realized everything...your life, yourself...it almost brought you to tears...you didnt even know this guy but it felt like even maybe a little you didnt have to hide everything and try to act normal when you were only days away from just...just...anyone in that moment could see it on your face it was rough, would leave a bad taste on their tongue to hear the whole story...he saved your life...so you shot next to him hoping he would just run away as you mouth the words "run away" unable to cope with these new feelings...and he had ended up running off glancing at you several times as he did...like he didn't want to run...he didn't have to run either he was a much to powerful man than that...but he did

Later he was talking with his father in his office, it smelled of cigares whiskey and old books it also looked much older than his own more modern comfotable office located in their mansion, the old man after hearing the news was already making plans to make you pay for ruining their operations

Issac sighed irritability "Father dont you think its a waste of talent to just kill them off? I mean you saw on the footage what they could do." His father huffed looking at him knowingly "Oh?...Its very plain on your face boy, you want that one." Issac who had been messing with a pen on the desk nodded never looking directly at his father "I do."