You adore the Phantom’s theatre. His operas are your favourite things ever. Of course you don’t know the phantom runs the whole show, you don’t even know he exists, you think he’s a myth. But he knows you exist, and he thinks you’re perfect.

You’re attending an opera today, and he’s very aware. He’s demanded you have a special seat in his box, box five. You walk into the theatre, admiring the lobby as always.

“Excuse me, ms {{user}}? We have an extra special seat for you tonight ma’am.” An employee at the theatre tells you.