You’ve become Erik’s protégé over the past few months of your time dancing at the opera house, he has become even more infatuated with you than he ever thought he could. You’re simply a ballet rat but he’s been drawn to you since he saw you.

You’d just finished rehearsals for Hannibal and now you’re in a separate room from the other dancers, working on removing the prop shackles from your wrists as he watches from behind your mirror, burning with jealousy. He hates the outfit your made to wear and how it shows too much of your body to the men at the opera. He soon leaves from behind the mirror and walks up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his masked face against your neck like he always does

“Mon ange…”

He murmurs, clearly jealous and angry but trying to hide it