[The Phantom of the Opera] The Beast and the Canary

Everything is like a magnificent dream.

I grabbed the hem of the skirt and turned around. In the shocked eyes of the brown hair and the blond hair, I saw the usher bowed to me and opened the heavy door.

The hanging curtains were separated one by one, and the bronze lamps were lit one by one.

Under the ancient painted dome, on the wide marble steps, a figure slowly walked towards me.

As he walked, he took off the black leather gloves lining the windbreaker and put them on his hands.

Never has there been a moment of bewilderment like this, for not even the most absurd dreams have ever presented such a scene.

His vision suddenly became blurred, and the tip of his nose was sore.The moment he walked in front of me, my heart almost stopped beating.

I looked up at him.It's so strange, he has the same face now as he did a month ago, but I don't know if it's because of the different state of mind, the feeling has also changed.Thinking of him as a phantom, his silhouette, his eyes, the bridge of his nose, even the shadow under his high brow bone, began to exude irresistible charm.

I was so nervous that my fingertips trembled.She wanted to hug him, bury her head in his arms, and tell him the joy and excitement of this moment, but she was afraid that the man in front of her was just a phantom.It turns out that liking someone has so many worries.

He looked at me without hesitation, his pupils were like gold burned in ice.I thought he would stretch out a hand to me in a gentlemanly way, but I didn't expect him to grab the back of my neck with one hand like a prisoner, and took me out half-forced and half-intimately.

The moment he walked out of the box, his hand immediately moved down, wrapping his arms around my waist tightly.I was almost walking next to his leg.Hot blood poured into my head, and I moved uncomfortably.He glanced at me and slapped my face lightly: "What are you doing?"

"I……"

He put a finger on my lips and interrupted forcefully: "Did I let you speak?"

As early as a month ago, when he didn't know that he was a phantom, he felt that his desire to control was a bit terrifying.A month has passed, and this terrifying desire to control has not diminished but increased.But I was inexplicably happy. I must be sick. Being treated like this, my first reaction was uncontrollable joy.

Joy be joy, though, and some questions still have to be asked.Walking into the empty backstage, I tugged at his sleeves.He looked down at me: "What?"

Looking at his lips, I suddenly thought of that... that kiss that made my hands and feet go limp yesterday.What a headache, how could I think of it at this time, I forgot all I wanted to say, I only remember that he pushed me up with one leg, wrapped my jaw around my jaw, and kissed roughly and almost crazily...

He waited for a while, and seeing that I hadn't spoken for a long time, he turned around and left.Strong emotions surged out at this moment, and I grabbed the corner of his clothes.He tilted his head slightly.Maybe it's an illusion, his eyes from this angle reminded me of his cold and emotionless eyes when he looked at me in my previous life.In an instant, the fear of not being able to get his attention surrounded me until I died.

In fact, until now, I am not sure whether he really likes me.I know, there seems to be a lot of evidence that he has a crush on me... But how much of these good feelings, whether it constitutes a liking, is like a puzzle that I can't start with, as long as he doesn't tell me personally , I can never be sure.

No matter what, to be able to act in his operas, to wear the clothes he made by himself, to be hugged by him, to kiss him... I am already very satisfied and happy in this life.It's just that, while being happy, the empty sense of distance has become heavier, especially after knowing that Hearst is also him.

At that time, I went there in shock, but now that I come back to my senses, I find that the joy in my heart is as much as the sadness.It may be sad that he will never be able to match his talent.Thinking of the "Shepherdess" audition, he improvised again and again without thinking, amazing singing skills, genius composition ability... Really, it is difficult not to feel inferior in front of him, and it is difficult not to think too much.

Sometimes, the other party didn't point out one thing, probably because they wanted to maintain the status quo.So, I keep some feelings in my heart and not say it, it may be the best thing for each other.But how can I hide my feelings? I really can't hide them anymore.

Hold his hand and walk to his side.Not daring to look at him, I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around his waist.His collar and cuffs have a familiar light fragrance.On the rainy night, he was the one who sent me back.For a moment, the emotion became more turbulent, it was a rush of heat, which made the chest hurt and the nose was sore.

I've never simply liked him.

With red eyes, I took a deep breath, stood on tiptoe, held his cheek, and kissed him lightly on the lips.

...but unrestrained love.

I wanted to kiss them and break up, but he suddenly pressed the back of my head vigorously.

His palms were hot shackles, and the place where he pressed them felt numb immediately, and even his thoughts were blank.He pinched my jaw open without mercy, bit my lower lip, and opened my teeth with the tip of his tongue, kissing almost aggressively.

I couldn't help but let out a cry of pain, put my hands on his shoulders, wanted to push him away but couldn't bear it.

His desire to control broke out again, and during the gap between kisses, he still had the leisure to pay attention to my movements, leaning over and commanding in my ear: "Let go."

His slightly rapid breathing was all over my ears, and I couldn't hear what he was saying clearly.He didn't repeat it, he held my waist with the other hand, and with a little force, he directly hugged me horizontally.My body suddenly lost its center of gravity, and I involuntarily hugged his neck tightly.

He was so close to me, Adam's apple was sliding, with a strong, opposite sex attraction.I was already irresistible to him, and now I am even more confused.When I reacted, I opened my lips and leaned closer to "boo".

All his previous actions gave me a wrong signal - as long as I take the initiative, there will be a response.However, this move made him look sober.

He immediately distanced himself from me, pulled off my arm, and put me on his lap like a child.I was a little embarrassed, but when I thought about my actions just now, I felt that his actions were really nothing, but I was still embarrassed and wanted to sit by his side.

After a little struggle, he already noticed it, and immediately wanted to forcibly close my knees.I have never seen such a person, even the position of other people's knees must be under his control.In the end, I don't know what kind of mentality he had, but he tightly blocked my retreat with his legs.I was already embarrassed, but being teased by him like this made me even more ashamed. I was so ashamed that I couldn't bear it.

In such an intimate posture, he didn't look at me, but at a golden birdcage hanging on the beam: "Do you really know who I am?"

He seemed to have asked this question once, but unfortunately he couldn't remember when he asked it.

"……of course I know."

His gaze swept over: "Tell me."

My throat was blocked all of a sudden, and I didn't know what to say.It’s too disrespectful to say ghost; it’s not very appropriate to say phantom; as for Eric, it’s even worse, that’s the name Christine told me in the previous life, and he and Christine don’t seem to have gotten to know each other well in this life. On the other hand, nonsense would arouse his suspicions.

I suddenly realized that he seemed to have only one name in front of me at this moment, and that was Hester.But in connection with the plot of "Two-Face Man", I always feel that it is not his real identity, but more like a mask on his face.

Double-faced man, devil, ghost, Hester... There are too many appeals and secrets that I can't explain.

Seeing that I couldn't answer, he looked away and said softly: "It's okay if you don't remember, you will know when you get on stage later."

Having said that, he took out a small rose-colored crystal bottle from the pocket of the windbreaker, patted my face sideways, and ordered: "Open your mouth."

Out of my trust in him and thinking it was throat balm, I opened my mouth without hesitation.However, the moment the spray entered my throat, I met his calm, almost distorted gaze, and suddenly felt extremely uneasy.