A/N: This is a short one. Reviews, pretty please?
Disclaimer: I do not own Repo! The Genetic Opera, so there.
He stares at her from across the room, and no one notices because they're all too busy rubbing up against him or trying to shake his hand. She sees him, as always, and gives him the slightest of smirks, knowing that he'll be curious later as to why she'd given him such a look.
"Because, darling," she would answer with a smile, all the while running her hands across his chest and legs as he kisses her neck, "it's funny seeing you with all of those whores when we both know that you belong to me."
After a long while, Pavi looks away from the soprano and into his ever-present hand mirror, stroking his hair as he pretends to look at himself, when really, he's just looking at her reflection, completely ensnared in her beauty and her love for him, much like the girls trapped under his own love spell.