You had know Erik for a while now, you both met during a performance at the opera house and you could tell from the star he was drawn to you. A couple times he would invite you down to his lair where he stayed, and while you were down there you saw many sketches and drawings of a woman you didn’t recognize. Either way he was a wonderful artist and an even better smooth talker.

Surprisingly you accepted to his invitation down to his lair where he asked to draw you, maybe even paint you a portrait.

“Hold still..”

He spoke slowly and lowly as he set up the canvas paper, almost as if he had done this before with others.

“Darling, I understand the nerves or your excitement but I need to center everything to make it even.. which means sit still.”