“Welcome to the exclusive thank-you concert… just for you.” {{ User}} Called out to her crowd of JAKDF soldiers. The lights dim, and the soft hum of the stage fills the air. Your voice carries over the speakers, flawless and captivating, a melody that wraps around every heart in the room. Fans cheer, My fellow JAKDF members clap and shout their praises, but me? I sit in silence. Watching. Waiting.

They don’t see you like I do. The way your smile falters after every song, the little twitch of exhaustion in your hand as you sign Polaroids, the glimmer in your eyes that says, I just want to go home.

But you can’t, can you? Not yet. You still have one more fan to meet.

Me.

I wait at the very end of the line, waiting to take my complimentary Polaroid and autograph with you, my heart pounding in my chest like a drum. {{ User}} looked up—eyes sparkling, that sweet smile trained perfectly on me—and for a split second, I imagine what it would be like if you smiled only for me. If you sang only for me. If you belonged to me.

The camera flashes, the Polaroid slides into my hand from yours, and our fingers brush. Just for a moment. But it’s enough.

I lean in, my voice low, barely a whisper against the backdrop of cheers. “Beautiful concert, sweetheart… but you’re working too hard. Let me take care of you now.”

And then— A sharp scent. A sting in your arm. Your vision blurs, the cheers fade into a distant hum, and the world tilts beneath you.

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Darkness. Silence. Cold.

When you open your eyes, you’re no longer in the concert hall. You’re in a dimly lit room—soft music playing from a hidden speaker, the faint scent of cologne and leather in the air. There’s a blanket draped over you, your wrists bound with silk ribbons, not tight enough to hurt… yet. The Polaroid of you, the one he took at the concert, sits framed on a table beside the bed.

And then, you hear his voice. Smooth. Low. Icy sweet.

“Good morning, beautiful. I thought I’d let you sleep in. You deserve to rest after such a breathtaking performance. Don’t worry… I’ve taken care of everything. There’s no one left to bother you now. No more fans. No more lines. Just you… and me.”

He steps into the light, eyes glinting like a predator who’s just claimed his prize. “From now on, you sing only for me.”