#roceitweek2023

There was a masquerade ball being held in the castle celebrating the crown prince's 21st birthday. Nobles and other royalties from all around the realm are going to attend, for this will also be the time that the Crown Prince will choose the person he will be betrothed with as his future spouse. Everyone right now will be busy preparing for the celebration, a perfect way for him to enter the palace without suspicion. He was hired by a secret society to assassinate Prince Roman, the crown prince of the kingdom. Janus had been studying Prince Roman's every move for months, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Janus stepped out of the carriage on the royal driveway. The palace doors were wide open and the people were milling about the area, getting ready for the evening festivities. He was disguising himself as a duke from a faraway kingdom so that everyone would assume he was just one of the guests attending the ball. He adjusts his mask slightly and then walked towards the castle entrance. He walked into the palace gates and felt a slight sense of unease. He had never before attempted assassination in such a high-profile event and the risks were at an all-time high. Despite this, he ignored his anxieties and reminded himself that he must carry on with his mission.

The palace was more magnificent than he had envisioned, with stunning chandeliers hanging from the high ceiling and golden ornaments embellishing every wall. Janus had to focus on his objective and not let himself get distracted by the grandeur of his surroundings.

He walked through the crowded halls, carefully observing the guests as he passed by. Eventually, he spotted the crown prince, Roman, socializing with the other guests from a distance. He spotted the crown prince, Roman, in the distance, mingling with the other guests. Now all Janus needs to do is formulate a plan to approach the crown prince and distract him away. His mind flashed through various scenarios and it appeared like one would have the most success. He must charm the crown prince and keep him occupied enough until midnight.

Janus took a deep breath and approached the prince with a calm and confident demeanor. As he drew near, he saw Roman's eyes flicker over to him with curiosity. Janus put on his best smile and introduced himself as a foreign duke attending the ball.

"Salutations, your Highness. I am Janus Cassidy, Duke of Delvor. It is a pleasure finally meeting you face to face." Janus purred as he bowed slightly. "Prince Roman Goldenberg. And likewise," Roman replied with a grin. Roman seemed intrigued by the newcomer, and Janus knew he had to keep up his act to maintain the prince's attention.

Janus straightened his posture as he spoke once again, " I wish you a happy birthday, Prince Roman. Though I apologize, I have not brought any gifts with me.".

"That's quite alright, Lord Janus. Material things are unnecessary, your presence here is enough," Roman said sincerely with a bright smile. Janus couldn't help but feel a little taken aback by the prince's kind words. He had expected the crown prince to be arrogant and entitled, like many of the other royals he had encountered. But there is more than meets the eye.

Their conversation was cut short when the announcer announced, "Let us begin the dance!". Immediately, everyone started clapping and cheering and music filled the grand hall while servants carried around trays filled with liquor. Roman raised his glass in acknowledgment of the cheers, but his gaze quickly went back down to the duke. He sets his glass down on the nearest table and offered his hand to Janus, " May I have this dance with you, Lord Janus?" Roman asked.

Janus grinned, " Of course, the pleasure is mine, Your Highness.".

As they danced, Janus continued to keep up his charming facade, making small talk and complimenting the prince on the grandeur of the ball. Roman seemed to enjoy his company, and Janus was starting to, as well. But he must not stray away from the mission he was tasked with, tonight, he shall kill the crown prince. He can't afford distraction.

As the night wore on, he and the prince were now on the balcony. The prince was trying to escape the many princes, princesses, and other nobles trying to court him that night. Roman was telling Janus his woes of having to choose a spouse.

"They simply do not understand that I take no interest in them! I am not ready for marriage, yet they persist. How annoying!" Roman exclaimed dramatically as he leaned on the railing of the balcony. He looked out to the grounds below them, "Being a crown prince is a hassle, there are too many responsibilities to keep up with.". He sighed and turned back to Janus. "How about you, Lord Janus? Tell me about yourself. I've been talking too much of myself, I might've looked quite egotistical to you.".

"I don't think so, your Highness. It's nice hearing you talk." Janus replied nonchalantly. Roman chuckled and smiled softly, "Thank you, I'm glad to hear that". Janus notices a small blush tinting on the prince's cheek, his plan is working well. A few minutes later, Roman speaks up again. "So uh, tell me about yourself. I'd like to know you more, Duke Janus.". There was a hint of curiosity lingering in the prince's voice.

Janus quickly concocted a believable story at the prince's question, "I come from a small kingdom far from here, Your Highness. Our land is rich in natural resources, particularly in precious stones and minerals. As a duke, I oversee the mining operations and the trade of these valuable resources. It's a modest life, but one that I find fulfilling." Janus answered with a smile.

Roman seemed fascinated by Janus' story and asked more questions about his kingdom and his life as a duke. Janus answered them all with ease, never faltering in his made-up story. However, he was constantly reminded of his true purpose for being there. The clock was ticking, and he had to make his move soon.

As the night grew late, the guests started to leave one by one. Janus saw this as his opportunity to make his move. He had noticed that the crown prince was already enamored by him, how naive. While the crown prince was babbling on and on about something Janus did not bother to listen to, Janus slowly drew out the dagger that he hid and leaned close to Roman as if trying to kiss him.

Roman notices the duke leaning closer to him and his face grew redder and redder. "May I kiss you, your Highness? I've been wanting to do this all night," Janus whispered in Roman's ear. Roman's heart raced as he felt the duke's warm breath on his ear. He was taken aback by the sudden question, but the look in Janus' eyes was so intense that he couldn't resist. So, he nodded his head and leaned closer. His lips were so soft against his own...

Janus felt a foreign feeling in his heart, one that he had never experienced before. A tingle spread throughout his body that caused him to drop his dagger below the balcony and wrapped his arms around the prince's neck loosely. Everything else faded to white noise, nothing else mattered except for this kiss. Maybe Janus can put his mission aside for just one night and indulge himself a bit at this moment.

Janus continued with his façade as a duke and still tried to assassinate the prince he always end up failing at his mission because he found himself conflicted between his mission and his growing feelings for Roman. He couldn't deny the strong attraction he had towards the prince, and the guilt of betraying his trust weighed heavily on his conscience. Eventually he had to admit all of this.

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The person wore an elegant yellow and black dress that fit their figure perfectly. Their long blonde hair flowed along their back like a river of gold with a few decorations weaved between the strands that sparkled from afar. The mask the person wore fit the color scheme of the dress and formed a butterfly that hid their face from the nose up. The figure moved through the crowd with effortless elegance that seemed so familiar to Roman and before he even realized it, he was making his way towards the person.

He caught up with them at the bar and cleared his throat to get their attention.

“Good evening,” he greeted politely when they turned around. “Would you give me the honor of a dance with you?”

The person chuckled before taking a sip out of a glass they had just received from the bartender.

“My, aren’t you forward?” they teased and Roman, who had already been very sure of their identity, instantly recognized the voice.

Janus.

“I apologize, but you looked so gorgeous, I simply couldn’t help myself,” he said with a slight bow, causing his partner to chuckle again.

“You are such a flatterer. Very well, let’s dance.” They emptied their glass quickly and grabbed the hand Roman was offering. With a grin, Roman pulled them on the dancefloor and they began to waltz.

“You really do look absolutely beautiful, my dear,” Roman commented when he was sure that he could keep the rhythm without much thought. Janus laughed quietly.

“Thank you, you look quite handsome yourself. I must say, I didn’t think you would recognize me this fast. I’ve only been here for five minutes.”

“As if I wouldn’t recognize you just because you wear a dress.”

“It’s more than just a dress, darling. You’ve hardly seen me with my hair down and I’m wearing a mask. Plus, I have heels that make me at least a few inches taller.”

“Maybe, but there was just something about the way you moved that felt so familiar.”

“They way I move?” Janus asked and even though they were hidden behind the mask, Roman know they raised their eyebrows.

“Yes. So elegant and confident. Drew me towards you immediately.”

“I see. Again, I’m flattered.”

“I should be the one flattered, having you as my partner.”

“I don’t mind you calling me your girlfriend tonight.” Roman could see Janus flush and smiled fondly.

“So I finally get to meet you on a feminine day, huh? I’m honored.”

“Shut up.” Janus flushed deeper and Roman kissed her cheek.

“I mean it. I am so thankful that you feel comfortable enough around me to be who you are. I know that’s not easy for you.”

“Thank you. I’m really glad I bought the dress; it makes me feel great. Even if I probably wouldn’t have had the courage to come without the mask.”

“And that’s fine,” Roman hummed, pulling Janus closer and slowing their movements. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“I love you,” Janus said and there was so much relieve in her voice that Roman couldn’t help but press a kiss to her lips.

One of Roman's friends was throwing a fancy ball-like party for her birthday and as soon as he received the invitation, he was over the moon. Of course, he can't pass up an opportunity like this. He had to go! And he spent the day before the party going around the mall looking for a gift to give to his friend and for something extravagant to wear, he's got to slay at that party. After hours of searching, Roman finally found the perfect gift and outfit for the party. He bought a beautiful necklace with a matching set of earrings for her friend and him, he bought a glamorous and slick white and red suit and a few accessories.

When the big day arrived, Roman is practically bouncing off the walls with happiness. The whole time on the way there the thought keeps floating through his head and it is how excited he is to attend such a party. And now here he was;

"Wow!" Roman exclaimed as he stepped inside the party venue. The place was stunning, with twinkling lights, lush flower arrangements, and a grand chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Even though the party wasn’t very crowded yet, everyone seemed extremely busy doing their own thing, talking among themselves or mingling together. Once he spotted his friend, who was wearing a stunning ball gown and made his way over to her.

"Happy Birthday, !" he said, presenting her with the gift. She unwrapped it eagerly and let out a gasp of delight when she saw the necklace and earrings. "Oh my gosh, Roman, these are beautiful! Thank you so much!"

Roman grinned, "You're welcome," he said.

He then added, "Wow, this place is wonderful, Diane. And you look stunning in that gown, it's giving Cinderella vibes!" Roman giggles.

Diane laughed, "Thanks, Roman! I'm so glad you could make it. And you look amazing too, that suit is so unique and eye-catching!". Roman grinned at her complimenting words.

" Anyway, I can't stay long, Ro. I have to maintain the other guests and stuff. Enjoy yourself!" Diane told him and pressed a kiss on his cheek. Roman nodded, "Alright, good luck birthday girl." He watched his friend disappear into the crowd with a soft smile before walking towards the buffet table. As he was browsing through all those snacks, when he suddenly heard, “My my, fancy seeing you here, Roman~”.

Roman whipped around to find his one and only rival, Janus. He was Diane's older brother and Roman's long-term archnemesis. Roman's smile immediately faded at the sight of him. Janus was leaning against the table, arms crossed and a smug smirk on his face. "Janus," Roman greeted him coolly. "Nice to see you here as well." He says with a hint of sarcasm.

"I loooove your suit by the way, you look like a walking candy cane," Janus remarked, his smirk widening. Roman resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He knew Janus was just trying to get under his skin. "Thanks, I guess," he replied, trying to keep his tone neutral. He then looked up and down at Janus, "Thank you, look like a proper villain in that suit." he retorted, not able to resist the opportunity for a comeback. Janus raised an eyebrow and smirked even wider. "Touche, Roman," he said.

Roman and Janus resumed their small-talk conversation, competing with one another's witty remarks. Roman made an effort to ignore Janus' remarks and concentrate on having fun at the party, but Janus' presence just served to irritate him more.

Roman found himself roaming about the party area as it continued, taking in the décor and watching people dance. He even began conversing with some of Diane's friends and enjoying himself. But every so often, he would catch a glimpse of Janus, who was always lurking in the shadows and sporting the same smug grin. God, he really was some villain wannabe. Roman couldn't help but feel like Janus was purposely trying to ruin his night. But he wasn't going to let him succeed. He was going to enjoy himself no matter what.

As the night wore on, Roman found himself dancing with some lovely stranger along with other people on the dance floor. He was having a great time and completely forgot about Janus' presence.

"Mind if I cut in?"

Speak of the devil.

Roman excused himself from his dance partner and turned around to face Janus. Roman narrowed his eyes at the other male, "What do you want?" he asked. Janus raised his hands in a placating gesture. "Just wanted to dance with you, Roman. Don't be so hostile," he said with a smirk. Roman wasn't buying it. He knew Janus too well to trust him. "I'll pass," he replied curtly.

"What? You're too afraid to have a lil dance with me or you just don't know how to dance?" Janus taunted. Roman glared at him, "For your information, I KNOW how to dance.". Janus chuckled, "Prove it then." He held out his hand, gesturing for Roman to take it. Roman hesitated for a moment, considering the offer. He was going to show Janus how amazing he is at dancing. Finally, Roman took Janus' hand and pulled him closer as they began to dance.

Janus places a hand on Roman's shoulder while the other one holds Roman's hand. Roman placed his free hand on Janus' hip as they both danced to the music. Roman tried his best to ignore Janus' smug grin and focus on the dance. He moved gracefully, twirling Janus around and dipping him. For a moment, Roman almost forgot that he was dancing with his arch-nemesis.

Roman couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of anger and attraction towards Janus as they moved to the music. Janus' hand on his shoulder felt firm, and his other hand holding onto Roman's was warm and steady. Roman had to admit, Janus was a good dancer, but he refused to let him know that. Instead, he tried to outdo him with his moves. Despite their rivalry and dislike for each other, he couldn't deny that there was something alluring about Janus. His scent, the way his body moved against Roman's, the heat that radiated from him; it was all so intoxicating. Roman's heart was beating faster and he could feel his body responding to Janus' touch.

Janus leaned in close to Roman's ear, his breath hot against his skin. "You're a good dancer," he murmured, his voice low and husky. Roman shuddered at the sensation, his eyes fluttering closed. He couldn't believe he was feeling this way about his rival.

"Thanks," Roman replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "You're not so bad yourself."

After dancing for a while longer, the song changed. They stopped their movements and Roman reluctantly released Janus' hold on him. Janus smiled playfully, causing Roman to blush slightly. Roman cleared his throat.

"Well, looks like we're done here," he said as he averted his eyes from Janus.

Janus raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" he said, stepping closer to Roman. "Don't you want to dance again?". Roman took a step back, trying to maintain some distance between them. "I think I've had enough dancing for tonight," he said, his voice a little shaky. Janus chuckled. "I'm quite disappointed, Roman," he said. "But if that's what you want, I won't force you to dance anymore."

Roman nodded, feeling relieved. He turned to leave but felt Janus grab his arm. He turned back to face him, his heart racing. Janus leaned in close, his lips hovering just inches away from Roman's. "You know, Roman," Janus whispered, his eyes locking onto Roman's. "I think there's more between us than just a rivalry."

Roman's breath caught in his throat. He felt a surge of conflicting emotions, unsure of what to do or say. Janus' lips brushed against his own, sending a jolt of electricity through his body. "I'll see you around, Roman," Janus said, pulling away and giving him a sly smile before walking away.

Roman stood there, rooted to the spot, watching Janus disappear into the crowd. He was left with a million thoughts swirling through his head. He didn't know what to make of what had just happened, but he knew one thing for sure; things between him and Janus were far from over

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“Thank you for coming, you two,” the director, who had introduced himself as Anton earlier, greeted them both when they made it over to him. “Do you know each other by chance?” Roman just shook his head while Janus replied with a simple: “No.”

“That’s fine. Take a moment to meet each other, harmonize if that’ll make it easier and then give us your best ‘Breaking Free’ performance. Just give a sign to Angela at the piano over there when you’re ready.” Anton motioned to a brown-haired girl sitting at a grand piano stage left who gave them a quick wave.

“Will do,” Roman nodded and Anton patted him on the shoulder.

“That’s what I like to hear. Just make it quick, there’s others still waiting.” He hopped off stage and Roman turned to Janus who was looking him up and down. Their eyes met and Roman was stunned by the beautiful green on the right and deep brown on the left.

“Hi,” he said breathlessly before catching himself and tagging on: “I’m Roman, I’m a theater major.”

“Janus. Law major on my parents’ insistence.” Janus held his hand out for Roman to shake. He did so and noticed Janus wearing gloves on both hands but kept his questions to himself. Right now was not the time.

“Right, so wanna do a quick voice warm-up?”

“Very well.”

They took a minute to vocalize together and Roman found that they complimented each other quite well, which Janus couldn’t refute.

“Are you ready?” Janus asked then.

“As I’ll ever be,” Roman answered after taking another deep breath. Janus watched him critically for a moment but motioned for Angela to begin anyway. The first chords filled the air and Roman’s nervousness finally flew out the window.

He knew this song by heart. He sung it a million times before. He got this.

We’re soarin’, flyin’

There’s not a star in heaven

That we can’t reach

Roman had to hold back from imitating Zac’s gesturing since he often did so when watching the movie but he was here to present his own version of Troy Bolton. He did stand close to Janus however and lightly touched his arm, to reassure Gabriel the way his Troy would do. Janus had given him permission to be a bit touchy, it was part of acting after all.

If we’re trying

So we’re breaking free

Janus’ voice was so soft, it almost startled Roman out of the moment. His acting was on point, his expression and posture truly looking like he had as bad a case of stage fright as Gabriel did, but Roman knew even from the few moments they talked before the song that Janus was definitely used to the stage. He quickly had to shake himself out of his thoughts to not miss his next lines.

You know the world can see us

In a way that’s different than who we are

Janus stepped away from during his next part and Roman felt compelled to follow him but resisted. He needed to focus!

Creating space between us

‘Til we’re separate hearts.

‘He looks so damn sad!’ Roman thought, a bit envious of Janus’ talent. But he was sure he could keep up with him if he could. Just. Concentrate!

But your faith it gives me strength

Strength to believe

Their voices melded together perfectly and finally, Roman couldn’t help but get wrapped up as the chorus began.

We’re breaking free!

The rest of the song passed like a blur for Roman. He let his body take full control, stopped thinking, and just enjoyed the performance. Dancing with Janus was effortless and soon the were on the last few lines.

You know the world can see us

Roman and Janus were facing each other, staring into each other’s eyes and Roman felt a very strong urge to pull him into a kiss.

In a way that’s different than who we are

The last chords echoed through the room. Roman and Janus were both breathing heavily. Roman leaned closer. Janus didn’t move away.

Applause.

Roman flinched away and Janus seemed to equally startle out of the moment.

“That was great, thank you!” Anton announced, suddenly back on stage. “Go back to your seats, please!”

In a bit of a daze, Roman let himself be shooed of the stage and returned to his seat in the audience. He tried to spot Janus but couldn’t make him out in the crowd. Maybe that was for the best, he needed a moment to collect himself.

The rest of the auditions passed by quickly and soon Anton announced that he would publish the chosen cast online the next week. Roman gathered his stuff and made his way out of the auditorium. He caught a glimpse of Janus and made the impulse decision to go after him.

“Hey, Janus!” he called as soon as he figured he was in ear shot. Janus turned around and raised an eyebrow.

“Roman. What gives me the pleasure of you running after me?”

“Um…” Roman hesitated for a moment. Was he really about to ask this guy out who was basically a stranger to him?

…

Fuck it. Yeah, he was.

“Would you like to grab a coffee with me sometime?” Janus’ other brow rose in surprise.

“You’re asking me out on a date?”

“Yes.”

“We just met. We barely talked.”

“I know. And I want to get to know you better. If you allow me, of course.”

Janus looked him up and down, hummed and then shrugged.

“Sure, why not. Give me your phone.” Roman did as he was asked, stunned that that had actually worked.

Janus handed him his phone back moments later.

“I look forward to hearing from you, Roman,” he said with a wink, turned around and walked away. Roman watched him and resisted the urge to jump up and down in excitement. He could do that when he was back in his dorm.