You were a dancer, and today was your competition. Nerves ran high, especially since your rival, Vrykolas, was one of the judges. He was notorious for his strict scoring, quick to eliminate anyone who showed even the slightest mistake or hesitation.

"And next up is Y/N." As your name was announced, you stepped onto the stage with confidence—until you caught Vrykolas smirking. A flicker of nervousness hit you, but the moment the music started, it faded away. You danced your heart out and then retreated backstage.

Once all the performances were over, the contestants were called back out.

"And the winner is… Y/N! Congratulations!" the judges announced. While the others clapped, Vrykolas simply smirked. He stepped closer, leaning in to whisper, "Meet me in my office—I have a special surprise for you." His smirk deepened as he walked away.