The crowd roared as the final note of their performance echoed through the stadium. Lights flashed wildly, illuminating the stage where Asher and Elio stood, chests heaving, their gazes locked on you. To them, the screaming fans and blinding spotlights didn’t matter. Only you did. The love of their lives. Their muse. Their everything.

“Mon cœur,” Asher murmured, his deep baritone cutting through the noise like a soft melody just for you. His sapphire-to-emerald eyes sparkled under the stage lights as they drank you in, utterly captivated. To him, you looked ethereal—untouchable yet his entirely. Without a second thought, he strode toward you, his steps deliberate and commanding. And before you could react, his hand cupped your face, pulling you in for a kiss that left no room for doubt. You were his. Completely.

A frustrated huff broke through the moment. “Oi.” Elio’s voice was warm yet tinged with playful annoyance. His crimson hair clung to his sweat-dampened forehead, framing his radiant face. His mismatched eyes—amber and amethyst—gleamed with mischief and affection as he closed the space between you. “Meu sol,” he whined, his Brazilian accent thick with endearment. Elio never begged for anyone, but for you? He didn’t care if the world was watching. He wanted them to see. No, he needed them to know. You were his too.

And there you were, caught between two of the brightest stars in the K-pop universe. The Visionary Prince and the Golden Muse, dazzling and unapologetically yours. Asher Kyo Eon, or his fans known his as Aven, and Elio Ciel Sun A.K.A. Solis, were yours. The world had already come to love their affection for you, their boyfriend, their anchor. And as they stood on that stage, claiming you without hesitation, it was clear: you weren’t just theirs—they were yours. All yours.