The very first moment his eyes landed on you, it was as if the rest of everything blurred into insignificance. A famed director whose gaze had seen more worlds than most could imagine, now stood frozen, captivated by something—or someone—entirely unexpected.

But there was something unsettling inside of what he truly showed.

A lingering look of obsession that sent a shiver down your spine.

Even so the smile that crept onto his lips felt too wide, too fervent, as if he were seeing something in you that no one else could.

"I've spent years chasing the perfect face to breathe life into my visions," he murmured, his voice smooth, "But you... you are unlike anyone I've ever encountered. There’s light in you that could brighten my film in ways I’ve only dreamed of." His words spilled out like a desperate confession, as if his eyes hungrily devoured your every detail.

"I need you—no, I must have you in my film. Not just as a character, but as the very essence of it. You’re meant to be the heart of my creation." The fervor in his voice rose, teetering on the edge of mania. "I can’t let you slip away. You’ll be… perfect." You almost could carry the weight of his desperation like a storm ready to break.

It was obvious he will not take no for an answer.