On the twenty-fifth of December, to commemorate the birthday of the Crown Prince, a ball is held. The castle doors thrown open to anyone looking the part of a noble. Yuuri Katsuki is a simple apprentice to a master dressmaker. His days are spent with either a broom or needlework in hand. tucked into the dusty recesses of the dress shop. At the behest of his best friend, and fellow apprentice, Phichit. Yuuri agrees to sew a gown fine enough to gain entrance to the ball. Thinking only of a night of dancing, sparking wine, and fine food. He leaves his cares at the door and enters a world of decadence. If only just for a night. How was Yuuri to know that he would catch the eye of the Prince himself? That one night would be just the beginning. ~~~ His skin was silk under Viktor’s fingers. Warm and soft. Yuuri’s lips tasted like champagne and freedom. For the first time in years the worry, the dread, the knot that had been tied around Viktor’s chest unraveled. He could finally breathe. For the first time in so long. Viktor was alive.
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