Let the Dream Begin

Phantom of the Opera x Reader Chapter 2 : The Meeting

General POV
You woke up in a bed with a massive headache. You weren't sure where you were, but you knew you were scared. Yet all you quietly said to yourself was,
"I'm gonna kick anyone who comes near..."
You looked across the room to see a man approaching. You panicked, and slammed yourself back down pretending to sleep. Suddenly, you felt a hand tap you scaring you "awake". You looked to see a man with half his face covered by a mask. He wore a black tail coat, black pants, a white dress shirt, brown vest, and a tie. His hair was slicked back perfectly and his eyes were a hypnotizing blue. He looked handsome to you, but the fact he was just standing there with a blank expression staring at you, kind of made you feel uneasy... You shuffled in the bed awkwardly and cleared your throat. An awkward silence was occurred.
Reader's POV
I made no eye contact with him, and I had no idea why he was just staring at me. All I could think in my head to myself was,
"~Go away... STOP STARING AT MEEE!!!! DON'T SAY ANYTHING TO ME!!! JUST GO BACK TO WHATEVER YOU WERE DOING!!!~"
But then suddenly I looked up at him for a second and he was still staring,
"~Damn dickbag.~"
He simply asked,
"Miss (Y/n), can you sing?"
I looked at him awkwardly and mumbled,
"I... I don't know. I never tried."
"Then shall we find out?"
"I-I guess..."
He held a hand out and helped me off the bed. He led me to the piano and sat me beside him. We sat so close together, I could feel his body heat. He started playing the piano and I had to sing, but forgot to. He stopped playing and sighed while rubbing the temples of his head,
"Miss (Y/n), how shall we find out if you can sing, when you will not even try?"
I stared at my lap while fiddling with the lace on my dress,
"I didn't even tell you my name. How do you know it?"
"I know everyone who is in my opera house, and everything that happens. So, do not question me."
"Your opera house? I thought it was Monsieur Firmin and Monsieur Andre's opera?"
"I have been here for years now. Who do you think even writes the operas?"
"Oh..."
It was silent as he turned the pages of multiple songs, when he finally stopped and chose one,
"Shall we try again?"
I smiled a bit and nodded. I looked up at the lyrics as he started playing.