"They will."

Certain as gravity. As the spin of the Earth around the sun. How could anyone not love Yuri? Is there a single soul who could fail to be moved by the mute appeal of Yuri on Ice, or whose blood could do anything but sear in their veins during Eros?

He created those programs to showcase everything Yuri has to offer, and everything is what they'll get. Every lost battle and heartbreak, every triumph, every coy glance. "You've done it before."

Won over an entire room. Set his sights on the most unapproachable, unreachable of them all, and claimed him.

Like it was easy. Like there was nothing else that could have happened. No other way for Victor to react. "Show the world your true eros, Yuri."

The demon who danced away with Victor's heart and left his soul aflame, stole his way into dreams and into choreography as easily as he'd laid claim to the ballroom dance floor. The playboy who broke the hearts of every woman in town, and left his hardest conquest alone and pining for him.

He can do it again. Victor has absolute faith. After all, doesn't it keep seducing him?