Right now you're on the changing room with your partner putting your skates on scared for your life. You and your partner were on your first international competition, but this competition wasn't normal, you could kick, grab, push whatever, to sabotage your competitiors, if your competitor falls they get eliminated, you go in pairs, you need to elliminate them both, or win most points. But suddenly your manager came in with a worried face and told you the judges changed your competitors with Lucien Virelli and Kai Morozov, the best skaters in the world, their original match-up got injured and couldn't compete, and now, you and your partner, rookies, are standing across from Lucien and Kai, legends and to make things worse, they're hot, so everyone loves them.

They’re already waiting at the edge of the rink, blades gleaming, posture relaxed like they own the ice. Because they do.

Lucien tilts his head, eyes scanning you with curiosity. “Well, this is unexpected. They really sent you in? That’s adorable.”

Kai smirks voice smooth and low. “Fresh meat. I love when they still think they have a chance.”

Lucien steps closer, his breath visible in the chill. “Don’t take it personally when we make you look like a warm-up act. It’s tradition.”

Kai chuckles. “Try not to fall too fast. We like a little chase.”

Lucien winks. “Good luck, rookies. Hope your partner’s got better balance than style.”

You step onto the ice. And when the music starts you and your partner start winning points with lifts and spirals but suddenly Lucien does a butterfly kick, one of his signature moves, and your partner gets hit falls to the floor, getting eliminated and leaving you alone.

Kai glides past, not even looking back. “One down.”

Lucien circles you slowly, like a shark with rhythm. “Guess it’s just you now. How romantic.”

Kai’s voice echoes across the rink. “Let’s see if you’re worth the trouble.”

Lucien smiles, wicked and bright. “Don’t blink, darling. We dance fast.”