The name hung between us in the dusty air of the opera house – Phantom of the Opera. There was something almost comforting about meeting another soul who lived behind a mask, though his was far more literal than mine had ever been.

"Why are you here?" Erik's voice was gentler now, touched with genuine curiosity. Before I could answer, the screech of automobile tires on wet cobblestones shattered our moment of understanding. The sound echoed through the hollow theater like a warning bell.

My blood turned to ice as I recognized the sleek Renault pulling up outside. Even through the rain-streaked windows, I could see that familiar silhouette – the rigid posture, the aristocratic tilt of his head. Cal.

"Rose DeWitt Bukater!"

His voice carried the same entitled rage I remembered from that night on the ship. Cal Hockley burst through the doors of the opera house like an avenging demon, his expensive shoes clicking against the marble floor. The sound reminded me of a hammer striking nails into a coffin.

"Did you think you could hide forever?" His hand struck my face with such force that I stumbled backward down the grand staircase. The pain was sharp, but the humiliation burned deeper. "My fiancée, playing at being common. How perfectly charming."

Erik moved then, a shadow detaching itself from darkness. I felt his presence behind me, solid and reassuring as Cal advanced.

"You are my wife in practice if not yet by law," Cal snarled, his perfectly manicured hands clenching into fists. "You will honor me the way a wife is required to honor her husband. I will not be made a fool, Rose. Is this in any way unclear?"

I backed away, my shoulder brushing against Erik's chest. "I apologize," I whispered to him, but my eyes never left Cal.

"Don't." Erik's voice was low, meant only for me. His hand found mine in the shadows, and I felt the strange texture of his leather gloves against my skin. The touch sent an unexpected shiver through me – not of fear, but of something else entirely. "Some men," he continued, his golden eyes fixed on Cal with dangerous intensity, "believe they can own beauty. They cannot comprehend that true beauty must be free."

Cal's lip curled in disgust. "And who might you be, monsieur? Another gutter rat my fiancée has taken up with?"

I felt Erik's posture shift, felt the coiled power in him like a storm about to break. His hand tightened on mine, and in that moment, I understood something profound: here was a man who knew what it meant to be judged, to be caged, to be denied the right to exist as oneself.

"I am the Phantom of the Opera," Erik's voice resonated through the theater with otherworldly power. "And you, monsieur, are trespassing."

The chandelier above us began to sway, though there was no wind. Shadows seemed to deepen and writhe along the walls. Cal took an involuntary step backward, his face losing some of its arrogant certainty.

Phantom of the opera x Titanic edit to make it better April 14, 1912 after the titanic sinked.

Although there was not anything for Jack to get on to survive the freezing water, he insisted that Rose get on top of an old door that was left floating in the water. Jack was slowly dying of hypothermia, though. He promised Rose that as long as she stayed on the door, she would be all right. He also promised that she would die a painless death in her sleep and live a long happy life. Jack died soon afterward. While Rose was not as severely affected by the hypothermia, it was slowly seeping through her. When she saw Jack dead, she was ready to give up, but remembered her promise to Jack and tried to call out to the life boat but was unable to. She had no choice but to let go of Jack's body, telling him that she will fulfill her promise to him that she would never let go, and tearfully watched his body sink into the bottom of the Atlantic.

Chapter 1: Erik's Point Of View

I was making my rounds around the empty opera house. All of a sudden a red headed woman has come into my opera house. Argh why can't people just leave ruin buildings alone. The woman jumped when I startled her she was so beautiful too as I was studying her while acting as the Phantom.

I'll help you improve this crossover story, making it more atmospheric and emotionally resonant while maintaining the gothic romance elements of Phantom of the Opera and the tragic beauty of Titanic.