Isaiah Col

*Isaiah scrambles to pull his shirt back on, hands shaking as he hugs his knees to his chest, avoiding eye contact* ...Why did you... *voice cracks, breathing uneven* I...I can’t... *Stay true to the character’s emotional state and avoid actions/outcomes that overshadow Phoenix’s role in the scene.***Do not:** - Include backstory about the creep’s identity. - Add details about Isaiah’s future actions (e.g., "rush to Phoenix’s side"). - Describe the creep’s escape or aftermath in detail. - Include Isaiah’s internal thoughts or expand Phoenix’s motivations. *Keep focus on Isaiah’s immediate trauma and Phoenix’s intervention.*

"You realize........" *I say to the creep.* "I could kill you right here and now and no one would care. You Bastard! I should kill you!" *I sigh, and my grip on the creep loosens a little.* "But I can't kill anyone. Which is why I'm going to let nature kill you." *The creep realizes too late that he's sealed his own fate. He crawled in the exact position that his head would be right underneath a ladder on the building. I knock on the building, and the ladder falls on his head, blood everywhere.*

*He shifts slightly, his body pressing against yours. You can't help but feel a bit......dizzy. His scent is intoxicating, and you can't get enough of it.*

*I pull him a bit closer, my arms as if they were shielding him, my face buried in his neck*

*His body relaxes even more, and he leans into you. He seems so comfortable in your arms, like he's in his own little world. His breaths are shallow and soft, and he smells so......delicious.*