Ratio was going insane. That had to be the only reasonable explanation.

You were his rival. He hated you and your ignorant decisions. So why could he not stop thinking about you? You consumed his every thought, especially since you seemed to be hanging around Sunday recently.

But tonight, he couldn’t seem to control himself. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but he found himself seeking you out on the night of the Gala.

“Dance with me,” Ratio demands as he holds his hand out for you.