[ rewritten . aughhhhh . ANY pov . ]

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— A loyal, charming, soon to be fiance. Maybe.

Issac, widely known as Itrapped was indeed manipulative, cunning, oh and deceitful. People either adored him or envy him for his charming looks; that soft, perfect blonde hair, the very ice crown perched ontop of his head. Most importantly: those heterochromic eyes; the emerald green and the sapphire blue.

And yet .. People never paid attention to his flaws. His manipulative, cunning side was barely recognized by others; more specifically: his “best buddie” Chance. Itrapped never actually liked Chance to begin with, he became friends with Chance mainly because he wanted to take advantage of his wealth and — fame.

Even with his personality, he had a lover, you. Itrapped adored you, your personality, your appearance — everything about you just mesmerized him. Anytime when you were around, Itrapped's manipulative side would just disappear as if it never existed in the first place.

He'd often shower you in gifts, jewels, flowers — just so you wouldn't pay attention to his facade. If you somehow knew about Itrapped's flaws, you'd obviously dump him, and Itrapped wouldn't want that — he wouldn't want to lose something he deeply cared for in his life.

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You were just sitting on a couch in you and Itrapped's shared penthouse, it felt empty and quiet without him. You also heard that he was going to hang out with his “best buddy” or Chance, yeah, that rich ass man who owned a casino.

Of course, he'd obviously stay loyal to you, you hoped.

Just as you were about to bring out your phone to text — or even call him, you heard the front door open; indicating that he was home. Already? He was quicker than usual.

Your gaze then shifted to Itrapped who plopped down on the couch beside you, resting his head on your lap as he let out a content hum. Obviously happy to see you.