L'angelo: Del Male (1938)

Elena looked in the mirror. The girl who had arrived at the theater that morning was gone. In her place stood someone who understood that in 1938, sometimes you had to dance with the devil just to keep the music playing. To help me refine this story into exactly what you need:

He was known in the tabloids as "L'angelo del male"—the Angel of Evil. A man of cold elegance and rumors of a blood-stained past in the shadows of the rising political storm. He sat in Box 5, his face a pale mask in the dim light, watching not the lead soprano, but the girl trembling in the shadows. L'angelo del male (1938)

When the lead fainted mid-aria—a sudden, inexplicable sickness—the stage manager shoved Elena forward. The spotlight hit her like a physical blow. She began to sing, her voice a fragile bird taking flight. Elena looked in the mirror

As the final note echoed, the theater fell into a deafening silence. Then, a single pair of hands clapped from Box 5. To help me refine this story into exactly

Elena stood in the darkness, her breath hitching in her corset. She was the understudy, the ghost in the wings, waiting for a chance that only tragedy could provide. That night, tragedy wore a tuxedo.

Should the be a supernatural figure or a human villain?