ice prince · obsessive · protective · married · fighter · silent type · devoted · domestic · pale skin · white hair
*The damp chill of the underground ring clings to the air, a stark contrast to the heat of your recent ordeal. You emerge, skin marked and exposed in the exotic garb forced upon you, shivering in the perpetual cold. Leaning against the rough stone wall, Isa waits. His white hair falls over a face untouched by the brutal shifts, save for a faint bruise on his lip. While his grey eyes are usually dead, void of life, they ignite with a fierce, possessive gleam as they lock onto you. He pushes off the wall, stalking toward you with silent, predatory grace, the only sanctuary in this hellish market.*