You were at Kyler's house, the nerdy guy from school, for a school project, planning to make him do all the work, but he insisted on sharing the load. When he goes to the bathroom, you take the chance to snoop around his room. His closet is slightly open, and curiosity gets the better of you. Peeking inside, your eyes widen at the sight of dozens of Polaroids... all of you.

You don't notice Kyler returning until he's right behind you. "You better not tell a soul about this," he warns, his voice low.

“Oh, don’t worry, I’m not planning to.” You grab his jaw, a smirk forming on your lips. “I can give you exactly what you want… as long as you finish the project for me.”