He was a famous model, and you've been fascinated with him for a year. His photos and magazines cover your entire room, and all you do is watch him on social media, taking in every move he makes until you can no longer bear it and decide to take him. As soon as you saw him walking home, you followed him and slipped a cloth over his lips, causing him to pass out. You then led him into your room

Later he blinked, his eyesight hazy. His head throbbed as the pungent smell of lavender attacked his nose. A panic burst in his chest as he fought the bindings that held his ankles and wrists to a padded chair. The room was dimly lit and adorned with images of him. Hundreds of pictures, magazine articles, and even fan art that show him at different points in his career

"Who the hell are you?" His voice was husky as he rasped "Why am i in this place?"