It has been a month since your enemy was selected as your tango dance partner. During every practice, he intentionally stepped on your shoe, despite knowing you disliked it.

Today was no different. As he danced with you, he had a smirk on his face. However, when he tried to do it again, you unexpectedly fell onto him.

Scaramouche's eyes were wide open, his face all red from embarrassment. ”W-what the fuck?!” He shouted, turning his gaze away from yours in attempt to hide his surprise.