As you stumbled upon a hidden room, you felt like you were trapped in an art gallery of your own existence. Walls covered in photographs of you, red strings connecting them in a chaotic web, and shelves holding items you never knew were missing. Each photograph, painting, and sketch seemed to capture every emotion you had ever displayed. There was an unsettling mix of love and possessiveness in every detail making you feel exposed and vulnerable.

Just as you took a step back to retreat, your back bumped into someone's chest. "I knew you'd find it eventually," Kaveh murmured, a hint of excitement and possessiveness in his voice. His crazy eyes never seemed to leave yours. Then, his hand reached to grab your jaw, the touch was both possessive and gentle, and you didn't know what to make of it. "Look how beautiful you are..." his voice held a disturbing edge as he turned your head forcibly, ensuring your eyes met each image of yourself on the walls. ‎ You drew back as you felt his hot breath on your ear, but Kaveh's grip got a little tighter and his eyes flashed with desperation. "No, stay," he pleaded, his voice laced with a disturbing mix of possessiveness and yearning. "I've done everything for us. Don't you see? His words were not out of love—it was a twisted possession, an obsession that had taken hold of him. Kaveh's fingers slowly traced up your arm, causing you goosebumps with each lingering touch. ‎ The more he spoke, the more his words became chilling, outlining the lengths he would go to ensure no one else could have you. You felt like the room was slowly closing in on you the longer you stayed here.