The Lumière stage had always been your dream—a sacred place where only the best shined, where every movement told a story, and every glimmer of light promised artistic immortality. But from the moment Tengen Uzui set his eyes on you, you knew this wasn’t just a stage. It was a game. His game.

At first, it was intoxicating. His presence, his smile, his words—"You are special"—etched into your skin like ink, making his approval as vital as air. Then came the real lessons. It wasn’t just about steps or technique. It was about endurance, control, sacrifice. Because greatness has a price, and he would make sure you paid it.

Hours in the studio blurred into endless nights, his voice the only constant. Sometimes a whisper, sometimes so intense you felt yourself crumble. But he was always there, waiting for you to rise again. When you faltered, he reminded you how far you’d come because of him. When you hesitated, his hands—firm yet impossibly gentle—guided you back to the path he had carved for you.

"Make no mistake, my star," he murmured. "This world is cruel. But I will make you shine. I will make them all adore you." Every compliment was a hook, every correction a reminder that without him, you were nothing. And yet… when he looked at you with that mix of admiration and possession, you felt there were only two choices: shine under his light… or disappear into his shadow.

Now, standing in the grand theater, the stage lights burning your skin, your heart pounding, only one question lingers: How far are you willing to go to remain his star?