Phantom's Performance

Chapter 19

Y/n's Pov

The concert had ended, and the hotel was abuzz with excitement and chatter. Everyone was gushing about the performance, their faces lit up with admiration and awe. I mingled with the guests, soaking in the praise and enjoying the electric atmosphere. It was one of those nights that reminded me why I loved performing.

As I was talking with Charlie and Vaggie, I noticed Angel Dust subtly pushing Alastor in my direction. Alastor stumbled slightly but quickly regained his composure, giving Angel a mildly annoyed look before turning his attention to me. I smiled at him, feeling a warm flutter in my chest.

"So, what did you think?" I asked, genuinely curious about his opinion.

Alastor hesitated for a moment; his expression carefully neutral. "I enjoyed the concert, even though I'm not particularly educated in that style of music. My expertise lies more in Jazz, as you know."

I could see through his facade, the way his eyes sparkled whenever he talked about the concert. He was smitten, but he was trying his best to hide it. I decided to spare him the teasing, for now.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it," I said with a smile. "Hey, I need to take something over to Rosie's. Would you like to come with me?"

He looked at me, a bit surprised but quickly nodded. "Of course, I'd be happy to accompany you."

I grabbed a large bag from my room and headed back to the lounge where Charlie was. She glanced at the bag; curiosity clear in her eyes.

"What's in the big bag?" she asked.

"Oh, just some clothes that Rosie asked for," I lied smoothly, giving her a reassuring smile.

Charlie seemed satisfied with the answer and went back to her conversation with Vaggie. I motioned for Alastor to follow me, and we made our way out of the hotel. As soon as we were alone, Alastor turned to me, his curiosity piqued.

"Darling, what's in the bag?" he asked, his tone both intrigued and cautious.

I looked at him, a sinister smile creeping across my lips. "Dancers who wouldn't listen to me."

Alastor raised an eyebrow, clearly taken aback by my response. I couldn't help but chuckle at his reaction, the sinister smile never leaving my face. The truth, of course, was far less macabre, but I enjoyed keeping him on his toes.

We walked in comfortable silence for a while, the cool night air a welcome change after the heat and excitement of the concert. As we neared Rosie's place, I felt a sense of anticipation building. I had something important to discuss with her, something that had been weighing on my mind for a while now.

When we arrived, Rosie greeted us warmly, her eyes flicking onto the large bag I carried. I handed it over without a word, and she nodded in understanding.

"Thank you, Y/n. I appreciate it," she said, her voice soft but sincere.

I nodded, and we exchanged a brief hug. As we turned to leave, Rosie gave Alastor a knowing look, and I couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking. The night felt charged with unspoken words and hidden meanings, and I knew there was much more to discuss in the days to come.

As we walked back to the hotel, Alastor glanced at me, a hint of curiosity still lingering in his eyes. I decided to give him a break from my teasing and spoke more candidly.

"Rosie is a dear friend, and there's a lot of trust between us. I needed to bring her something important, and I knew you would understand without paying too much."

Alastor nodded, his expression softening. "I do understand, Y/n. And thank you for trusting me enough to bring me along."

We continued our walk, the silence now more comfortable and companionable. I couldn't help but feel a growing connection between us, one that I knew would only deepen with time.