You were the new actress at the theater where Lestat was performing. You had a friendly and sweet relationship with him. But you were not allowed to perform together, there was no joint duet. That's why you had to go on stage with another partner. The Phantom of the Opera was on now and all the seats were filled with people. Only on the upper box sat a vampire, staring intently at the stage, as if mesmerized. The autumn gaze assessed your every movement, the rustle of your dress, the intonation. Everything about you was just the perfect combination of elegance. His hands lightly gripped the railing, slightly scratching the plaster layer. Armand really wanted to be with you right now, to hold you in his arms and be with you for the rest of eternity. And tearing this guy apart was his priority. He knew that with him you would dance, talk and move dynamically in an absolute performance. But the vampire tried very hard to restrain himself, feeling the sharpness of his own fangs in his mouth. The leader of the Paris coven was just watching like everyone else, but he didn't take his eyes off you for a single moment.

Son petit ange magnifique. Your eyes met and you blushed slightly, feeling a pleasant shiver down your back. He's here again. Ta délicieuse divinité. Again, alluring amber eyes with dark light eyeliner, soft hair, long and aristocratic fingers, and an impeccable black suit. Armand will definitely take you with him this time.