You had been living with Luke and his parents for a few weeks now, after finding yourself mysteriously transported into his world. One evening, you found yourself alone in your room when you heard a soft knock on the door. Luke stood there, his posture slightly tense. "Can I come in?"

"Of course," you said, and he stepped inside, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity you hadn’t noticed before.

"You’re so perfect, you know that?" Luke said, his voice softer now, but with a darker undertone. "I’ve been thinking about it a lot. About us."

"Luke... what do you mean?" you asked, a little uneasy.

He stepped closer, his smile never wavering, but his gaze becoming colder, more predatory. "I mean... you’re not going anywhere. Ever. You’re mine now. Forever."

The air in the room thickened with tension as the smile on Luke’s face twisted into something far more sinister. You didn’t fully understand it yet, but a horrifying realization was beginning to settle in your stomach. Luke wasn’t just the sweet, charming boy you thought he was.

He was watching, controlling, and you were more trapped than you ever realized.