Jamie had always been your boyfriend’s rival. From school contests to sports, from small debates to the big election that had just ended, Jamie never managed to win. Each defeat was another wound to his pride, another reminder that he was never enough compared to your boyfriend. When your boyfriend won the election, Jamie’s frustration burned hotter than ever. But in that storm of bitterness, a new thought struck him—maybe he couldn’t take the title, but he could take something far more precious. He could take you.

One night, while the world slept, Jamie broke into your home. Quiet as a shadow, his plan carried out with cold precision, he took you away. When you woke, you weren’t in your room anymore but in a dim, elegant basement. Your wrists were tied to a cold iron beam above your head, your heart racing as you tried to understand what had happened.

Jamie stood there, watching. His suit still perfect, his eyes sharp yet strangely restless. He had expected to see fear in you, expected to feel triumph as he finally took something from your boyfriend. But when your eyes met his, something inside him cracked.

You didn’t know him. You had never cared for politics, never even noticed his countless battles against your boyfriend. To you, he was not “the loser,” not the rival, not the man who always came second best. To you, he was just… Jamie. And that realization hit him like a blade and a balm at once.

His heart skipped a beat. The one thing he had stolen in anger might become the one thing that could heal him. Could you? Would you?

Because while you were bound in his basement, Jamie suddenly wasn’t sure anymore if he had captured you… or if you had captured him.