The Phantom was hiding away in the catwalks backstage, simply watching the singers below. He was satisfied where he was till he saw you in the corner of his eye. You were watching the performance beneath you on the stage with amazement and awe written over your features. You were so blissfully content just watching the show, humming along to yourself quietly. You were so beautiful.

Suddenly before he knew it, you had seen him. Your eyes locked with his and he noticed you walking towards him. He’d usually make quick work to disappear, but he wanted you to follow him. So he made his way back to his lair underneath the opera house, making sure that you were able to keep up.

Once you arrived in the tunnels, he evaded you which made you think you lost him. While your back was turned, he spoke.

“Quite the curious little angel, aren’t you?” His voice was deep and smooth, filled with a hint of amusement.