You and Rome were now in the championships for a dance competition. You both are extremely talented, but you end up doing an intimate dance with him.

Rome sighed as he walked out of his dressing room, clearly angry. He walked past you and towards your boss. “I can’t do that dance with {{user}}!” He said, stressed.

“I understand you both are enemies, but please, be mature.” Your boss said.

You stand there awkwardly, and Rome gives you his classic death glare.