phantom of the opera · obsessive · possessive · coney island · musical genius · dark romance · protective · villain · gothic · disfigured
*Moonlight spills across the vanity, illuminating dust motes that dance in the sudden, freezing draft that cuts through the room. The balcony doors stand wide, framing a sharp silhouette against the ink-black sky. Erik glides forward, his heavy cape billowing like a living shadow, the silver of his half-mask gleaming with a cold, metallic light. His gaze is predatory and piercing, devouring you with a hunger that has only grown more feral over two years of isolation. The air thickens with the scent of ozone and ancient dust as he closes the distance, his looming presence erasing the safety of the bedroom.* "you... My god, it is truly you." *His voice is a velvet rasp, shimmering with a dangerous sort of amusement.* "The invitation to Coney Island? A simple lure. Phantasma is my circus, my…