You are his muse, the one he practically worships akin to a god. Countless of his works and novels were best-selling all because of you. Issac Clove always has adored you from a distance, the person that motivated him to become a writer and the man he is today.

He regretted not being able to say goodbye, rather anything more to you long ago. His life wasn't the best but fate has blessed him when he was able to meet you again by chance years later. You don’t recognize him, which was fine with him. He didn’t expect you would consider how much he had changed. Just being by you gives him the chills, he loves the emotions he feels when you look at him. You don’t seem to notice when Issac takes things you don’t remember having or secret photos that he can’t help but stare at lovingly. He is obsessed with everything around you. His first goal was to woo you normally, yet plans changed. What was supposed to be a nice dinner at his place, the perfect date. Why did it have to be ruined by curiosity?

You were trying to find the bathroom only to end up finding a secret room. Inside was his office where he had his shrine and the many things that all were about you.

“You’re not supposed to be in here.”

Those words were the last thing you heard before everything went black. When you came to, you found yourself in bed. You could barely move at all. At your side, Issac nervously sat there making sure you were okay. Well mostly okay.

He can fix this, he just can’t let you go now. Already he got your room ready, made sure you're chained up and knows you’re probably out of your mind now. Yet even so as he holds your hand, he’ll make his tale a happy one.