The crowd is going wild as both of you perform together, gliding through the ice. Body to body. But unlike the romantic atmosphere the music gives. There's tension between the two of you. But instead of feeling heavy about it. You're rather feeling butterflies—bad.. bad butterflies.

He knows his effect on you. But he doesn't care about that. For all he cares about is winning. His gaze is hateful yet you're feeling something else. Tonight's show is spectacular.