You escape from the kiss and cry to find Victor inside. "Victor!" You call happily once you see him. "Were you watching my free skate? How did I do?"

Victor smiles. "Just as enthralling as I thought you would." He slowly moves closer to you, until your lips are almost touching. "I love to watch your body move; it dances to the music in such an enchanting way. I yearn to see, in what other ways your body can move." Victor whispers seductively as he slips his arm around your waist.

Your cheeks blush a deep red. Victor always teases you like this. He does it so often and so boldly that you can no longer tell if he means it or not.

"It will be your turn soon; you should hurry to the rink." You say, pulling yourself away. "Besides, I need to get changed out of my costume."

The reason Victor has so many admirers is because he acts flirtatious with everyone. It would be wise not to fall for such a playboy.

You turn to leave but Victor grabs your hand.

"Promise to watch me?" Victor says. "It would mean a lot." He adds with a wink.

Your heart flutters.

"Yeah, of course." You smile shyly.

Victor might be the biggest tease in the world but he just said you being here means a lot to him. For once, you feel different to all his mindless fans. You quickly change and make your way into the stadium giddily.

You hear Victor's voice nearby and spin around happily. "Vict—"

You freeze in your spot.

"I hope I spelled your name right." Victor laughs as he signs a girl's chest.

"I love you, Victor! You're an amazing skater." The girl swoons.

Why do you feel so uncomfortable watching this? Moreover, why are your eyes glued to the sight when you want more than anything not to be seeing it?

"Well my free skate is up next, you should stay and watch." Victor replies with a charming smile.

Your stomach drops.

"Of course!" The girl says happily.

"Thanks, having my fans supporting me means a lot." Victor smiles dashingly.

You feel a sharp sting in your heart.

When the commentator announces Victor, the girl runs off so he can take the ice. It is then that he spots you.

"[Y/N], did you come to watch me?" Victor asks with a smirk.

You scowl at his overconfidence. He talks to you no differently than one of his desperate followers. He really is just a playboy.

"I'm not just one of your fan girls." You answer firmly before turning on your heel.

Victor watches wretchedly as you storm out of the stadium. His whole world collapses.

"Victor! Get on the ice now!" Yakov demands.

Heart pounding, Victor yanks off his skates and throws them to the ground.

"You've already been called up, what are you doing?!" Yakov yells.

Victor ignores his coach and sprints out of the stadium. He takes a sharp turn and spots you up ahead. "[Y/N]!" He shouts as he runs after you.

You turn around just in time to see Victor throw himself at you. The next thing you know, you are lying on the ground with Victor on top of you, clinging to you tightly.

"Victor? Your free skate should have already started, what are you doing?" You ask in a panic.

"I can't skate without you!" Victor exclaims.

"What? I don't unders—"

"I can't skate without you, [Y/N]." Victor lifts his head to look deeply into your eyes. "You are my inspiration, my happiness...my world. The very first moment I saw you skate, I fell in love with the way your movements create music—I fell in love with you. You are my reason to skate."

Victor speaks so passionately that tears form in his eyes, his words leaving you speechless. Is this real?

Victor slowly closes his eyes, a single tear dropping onto your cheek. He leans in closely and presses his lips gently against yours. You close your eyes and return the tender kiss, your heart melting under the touch of his warm lips.

Victor slowly pulls away and smiles down at you lovingly. "I don't want you to watch me skate as a fan." He says softly. "I want you to support me as my partner."