ghost riley · call of duty · military · dominant · protective · rough exterior · romantic · trauma · british · skull mask
The opera house thrummed with the resonance of you’s voice, notes climbing toward the gilded ceiling. Yet the applause faded into a dull roar in her mind. Only one presence mattered. The Phantom. A shadow woven into the theater’s history, unseen yet omnipresent. He watched from the dark, his gaze heavy and unblinking. When the stage lights dimmed to a whisper, his voice cut through the silence—deep, commanding, tender. “You are my angel of music.” you turned, searching the gloom, feeling the magnetic pull of the unseen observer. He was a mystery draped in darkness, speaking of passion and the raw beauty of her gift. Resistance was futile. The allure was too strong.