Maestro stood at the sink as he rubbed the sponge over another plate, washing dishes absentmindedly.

He really liked Y/N. A lot. The only females he ever really cared about were mother and his sisters. It wasn't that he never had feelings for other women besides Y/N. When the ghost was still alive, he'd been engaged and almost married.

The arrangement was most likely for show. He died before he and Alma could get wedded. He wasn't complaining about that. She was a nice girl, but he simply wasn't interested in her that way. If he was going to get married, it'd be because they wanted to. Not because he wanted them to.

He thought he was in love with Jasmine's mother, Gianna. The thought of her caused his eyes to narrow as he held the plate and sponge in a tighter grip. Maestro poured his heart out to that woman, and she left him. He told her everything. More than what he has told Y/N. He trusted her. And she ran away. All he felt for her now was contempt after her betrayal. The desire to wrap his large, pale hands around her neck and-

A knock brought him out of his thoughts. He looked down to see the sponge destroyed and the plate on the floor, broken into tiny pieces. He calmed down. Maestro still cared for her daughter so he wouldn't hurt the woman, even though she hurt him.

The shards, surrounded by a clear goop with thick white outlines, lifted into the air and dropped into the trash. There, now that's cleaned up. He brushed himself off as he walked to the door. Upon opening it, he came face to face with a brunette man. Who was he?

"Hi. Y/N still lives here, right?" He talked in such an awkward fashion, Maestro felt a little irritated. Maestro knew he wasn't a human, but this man didn't know that. So why was he acting so uncomfortable? "She does," he answered. "Ok, great! I'm here to see her. Could you let me in?"

Silent, he moved aside, allowing their house guest to come in. "I'm Rodrick." The man with black spectacles held out his hand. Maestro glanced at his palm and slowly connected his. They shook hands. "Are you not gonna tell me your name?" Rodrick questioned him.

"And why do you need to know that?" Rodrick's eyes widened, taken aback. It was a rude response, let alone answer a question with a question. He didn't know this man, though, so he didn't care. Maestro had a bad feeling about him. As if he was here to take something that was his. But what?

"Uh-nevermind. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to." It went quiet. Y/N was doing-well, something. He didn't know what. Vir was upstairs. "So, are you a relative of hers?" His eyes flicked up to him. This man had too many queries. It made the apparition feel as if he was being interrogated for a crime he didn't commit.

"No. Far from it." Rodrick seemed to be confused. "Ok. Not trying to be rude, but who are you, then?" He had to think of something to say. Her dad? No, that'd be weird. He has feelings for her. Her brother? Also weird, and they looked nothing alike. Rodrick snapped his fingers in front of the spirit's face. "Hello?"

"I'm her..." What exactly was the term they used for significant other now? He'd heard people say it before. Particularly couples who had entered his mansion in the past. "Boyfriend," he finished. Yes, that was it. Her boyfriend. Disbelief was displayed on Rodrick's face.

Spectacle-face shook his head. "Good one, man. If Y/N had actually had a boyfriend, I'd know that. She would tell me. She tells me everything. You seem more like the housekeeper or butler." He joked, though Maestro didn't find it funny. "I am her boyfriend."

"Could I ask her about your relationship, then? I'd like to confirm this, then. No offense, but I don't know if I could take your word when I've never met you before." Rodney began to walk away and towards the stairs to search for her. He couldn't. Maestro didn't know how she'd react if the brunette told him he claimed to be her significant other. What if she got angry? The last thing he wanted to do was upset her. He wanted to make her and her little sister happy.

The ghost gripped Rodrick's shoulder, throwing him to the wall. He held him there as the man stared at him in shock and fear. "I wish you would've taken my word for it. The truth is, we are not partners. But we will be. She understands me. I understand her. That is something that you don't have with her. Soon, she will tell me everything and you? She will tell you nothing." His eyes, now all black, gazed into his as his pupils shook as a result of fear.

He could smell his feelings for Y/N. He was in love before, too. Now he is again. "If you intend on being her friend, by all means, you're welcome to come back. But if you want more from her, don't. Heed my warning, Spectacles." He let go and stepped away from Rodrick.

Rodrick took a moment to fix his glasses before leaving. He got rid of him. He would've been an issue. A wall wedged between him and Y/N. He better not come back.