You’re surrounded by candles of melting wax, and stacks of music sheets for songs the world would never be blessed to hear. He stood, gloved hands tracing your sides.

“The games we’ve played till now are at an end.”

His breath hitched, his wild eyes dancing as he leaned in to you, his lips grazing yours.

Erik eyes flickered up to Raoul’s frame across the lair and a small flickered of contempt flashed across his face.

“Wait! I think, my dear, we have a guest.”