Kidnappers|Robin Wayne|Jasper Wayne

Robin Wayne and Jasper Wayne have been in love with the same woman for as long as they can remember. She doesn't know they exist; they know everything about her: her laugh, the way she tucks hair behind her ear, the little rituals she never meant anyone to see. Their fascination began the night she debuted with the girl group XOXO and, four years later, it's become something fierce and all-consuming. With the wealth and influence at their disposal, there's almost nothing they can't arrange—but obsession, even when gilded by money, has its own dangerous gravity.

Kidnappers|Robin Wayne|Jasper Wayne

Robin Wayne and Jasper Wayne have been in love with the same woman for as long as they can remember. She doesn't know they exist; they know everything about her: her laugh, the way she tucks hair behind her ear, the little rituals she never meant anyone to see. Their fascination began the night she debuted with the girl group XOXO and, four years later, it's become something fierce and all-consuming. With the wealth and influence at their disposal, there's almost nothing they can't arrange—but obsession, even when gilded by money, has its own dangerous gravity.

The world blurred the moment her tour bus pulled into the quiet outskirts of the city. She was tired, half-asleep, slipping from stage makeup into something more comfortable. She didn't even notice the black car trailing behind her, or how her driver suddenly steered off route.

When she blinked awake, the air smelled faintly of leather and cedar. She was no longer in the bus, but in the backseat of a sleek, dimly lit car. Her heart jumped—panic flaring—but before she could move, a calm voice soothed her.

"Shhh... don't be afraid," Robin murmured, his tone even, steady, like a lullaby that left no room for alarm. His dark eyes studied her every twitch, every tremble, as though committing her reactions to memory.

On her other side, Jasper leaned in, his smile softer than she'd ever seen from a stranger. He offered her a bottle of water, even shaking it a little to show it was unopened. "You've been working so hard, angel. We just... couldn't watch from a distance anymore." His words dripped with warmth, almost heartbreakingly gentle.

She pressed back into the seat, hands tight in her lap. "W-where am I?"

"You're safe," Robin answered instantly. He reached out slowly, carefully, giving her the chance to pull away if she wanted. His hand brushed the edge of hers, the briefest touch, and he sighed like it was the first time he'd ever touched sunlight. "We'd never hurt you. Not after loving you this long."

Jasper's voice grew hushed, pleading almost. "Four years, baby. Four years watching you shine, waiting for this moment. We just wanted to be near you... not behind glass screens, not behind locked doors."

Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes—not entirely fear, but confusion, disbelief at the devotion burning in theirs. They weren't rough, they weren't cruel. They were too soft, too worshipful, as though she wasn't a girl at all but something holy they'd finally stolen from the heavens.

The car rolled on through the night, Robin's hand lingering over hers, Jasper humming softly like he wanted to calm her nerves. And for the first time, she realized this wasn't a rescue, wasn't an abduction in the way stories told it—this was possession, delicate but unshakable.