swept off my feet (god save me now) (слэш)

As if on cue, Yuuri is standing before him, sizing him up like no other. The rebellious glint in his eye reminds Viktor of amber, the way it defies logic and turns into something so majestic, so sought after, from such humble beginnings.
“Hello, Katsuki Yuuri. We meet again,” Viktor drawls politely, tipping his head so his gaze can lock-on to Yuuri’s.
“Dance with me.”