in all of your glory

It’s funny; he thought he’d be immune to Victor’s charms after all of this time, but he still feels butterflies pounding in his gut as Victor drapes an arm around his waist and pulls him close, still feels his cheeks heat when Victor’s hand brushes his ass, still feels his heart jump when Victor whispers in his ear about how lovely he looks tonight. It’s ridiculous, really. Because at the end of the day, after they push through those doors that hide them from the public eye, the magic will break. Because like Cinderella at the ball, Yuuri will turn from a prince back into a peasant, and Victor will remain as the untouchable king that he is. Because this, all of this, the rings and the closeness and the kisses—
“Great acting as always, my beautiful, fake boyfriend!”
—aren’t real.