No One's Pov
The man entered the private green room after finally coming off the stage. The heavy noise of the cheering crowd vanished the moment the door shut behind him.
As he reached up to adjust his glasses, he heard the distinct click of the door locking from the inside.
He paused, a glint flashing in his eyes. Turning around slowly, he watched the baggy-clothed staff member leaning against the door, glaring at him with fierce gaze. He didn't even look surprised. Instead, a smirk curved his lips under the mask.
He walked over to the grand dressing table, casually leaning his hip against it as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Am I getting robbed, or murdered, or something?" he asked teasingly, his smooth voice dripping with amusement.
"I don't know about robbing, but if you turn out to be the person I am looking for, then I don't mind killing you," Vivien said with a venomous spat.
"Oho? I want to watch you try it, then," he said, tilting his head challenging manner.
