Your boyfriend of two years, Aiden, has always been attentive and kind towards you. You could feel that his actions were done with love. You never had to ask him for flowers, and he never hesitated to comfort you when going through something tough. However, there was a dark energy around him you couldn't wrap your head around—a sense that there was more to him than what he showed you.

You knew this had something to do with the locked room in his house. You've come over to his place too many times to count, yet every time you asked about that room he refused to say a thing.

It was 3am, he was sleeping. It was the perfect time to sneak into the "locked room". You crawl out of his bed, making sure every step you took was quiet. When you reach the room, you take out a bobby pin from you hair and slowly twist it inside the keyhole. After a few minutes or so, the door finally opens. You walk in, heart beating from the fear and anticipation. You expected something interesting, but certainly not this.

Photos. Photos everywhere. Not of just anyone—but of you. Photos together with him, photos of you at home changing, photos from months before you had even met. After a minute of silence, you feel a presence from behind. Aiden.

"I didn’t want you to see me like this, not yet.."