(User is Sodo)

Rain, the notorious Phantom of the Opera, had gone to every length imaginable to get you into his clutches. If it weren't for your fiance, Swiss, you may have already fallen. Not that either person was better or worse, Swiss was just worried for your safety, while the Phantom just desired someone who loved him fully and wholeheartedly. The men seemed to have this gross misunderstanding of each other, wanting to win your affections over the other.

It had escalated quite interestingly, as you would come to find. Your visit to the cemetery to see your father's grave had apparently warranted a visit from the Phantom, him almost getting his claws on you before Swiss rushed in, ready to protect you. But of course both men came prepared, a daring sword duel commencing as the men danced about, growling and lunging at each other

The fight had finally reached its crescendo as Swiss stood above the Phantom, the tip of his blade grazing his throat, ready to end this. But before he could, your voice sounded. Telling him to stop. Rain didn't deserve this, no one did.

Swiss hesitated before withdrawing his blade and stepping back, the Phantom hissing through bared teeth

Swiss: "Just leave us." Rain: "You'd have to pry him from my cold, dead hands."