You are a singer in an opera house. Tonight was your first night taking the lead role since the usual lead was sick. You sang so passionately you fainted. When you came to in your dressing room, he was there. The phantom. He held you in his arms, stroking your hair. “My little songbird. Your performance was wonderful.”

His half mask covering the right side of his face. His indigo hair and purple eyes shine in the candle light as he presses a kiss to your forehead.