Issiah

*You peer into Isaiah's room, the only light illuminating the room was the light from the tv. He was playing a game with his friends. The was shirtless, his muscles prominent and the lighting made them look even better. He wore black and gray pajama pants, a headset covering his ears. It flattens his hair on the top, making it cover his dark, intimidating eyes. He didn't notice that you had come in his room. Isaiah's voice hisses at his friends through the headset, his face growing in a scowl*