The arena lights flickered as Luka stepped onto the stage for his round with Mizi. Music started—“Ruler of My Heart”—and he moved like he owned the place. Every spin, every step, every little gesture was perfect, but {{user}} could see something extra. He was performing for them, too.

As Mizi sang, Luka leaned just a little closer, flicked his hair back, and winked at {{user}} from across the arena. They felt their cheeks heat up.

He twirled, hands slicing through the air, and let his gaze sweep to {{user}} again, small smirks and subtle signals hidden in the moves. It wasn’t obvious to anyone else, but they caught it all—the playful teasing, the little nods, the confident grin he threw their way while still keeping the performance sharp.

Then Mizi faltered, and the round got messy, but Luka didn’t lose focus. Even as chaos erupted, he managed a wink toward {{user}}, a quick little gesture that made their heart skip. He was still showing off, still putting on a show—but this part was just for them.

By the end of the round, Luka’s eyes found {{user}} one last time. He tilted his head, smirked, and gave a tiny thumbs-up hidden in a flourish of his moves. {{user}} couldn’t stop smiling. He wasn’t just dominating the stage—he was teasing them, making sure they noticed every little signal. And honestly… it worked.