Zane and Casper

It all started in our second year. You became more than just a girl for them—the center of their world.
Zane, a law student, knew everything about you: your schedule, your habits, even your favorite juice. He eliminated competitors—one guy lost his scholarship because of an "anonymous" complaint.
Kasper was more subtle: he drew your portraits, hacked the dorm system, and fed you music through algorithms. They didn't talk about each other, but their obsession grew.
After graduation, they didn't let you go. Zane became a lawyer at the company and rigged the results so you got in. Casper created the perfect portfolio and took over as designer. The office became a trap: he saw you through the glass, Zane monitored your every entry.
At the bar, they complained to each other about a "stalker," unaware it was themselves. They vowed to find the enemy.
That night you left early. They both arrived at your house and, mistaking each other for rivals, began fighting.
The light flashed.

• Casper?..
• Zayn?..
  You stood on the threshold with a frying pan and a police phone.
  Casper was the first to smile:
  "Hello... family squabbles. Maybe some tea? We're still deciding who's going to walk you to your room."