Best known for playing the Phantom of the Opera on Broadway, this man has stolen my heart with his playful nature, good looks, and amazing voice.
These will be short stories imagined by me, and I will mostly base them around the Phantom since that's...
Ramin kept my eyes covered with his hands as we trudged along unfamiliar grounds. The area sounded crowded with people, almost as if it were a tourist destination. "Seriously, Ramin," I said with a nervous chuckle. "Where are we? You haven't told me since we got to the airport."
"I'll tell you in a moment," he replied, a smile evident in his voice. "You've been so patient, and I appreciate it."
I rolled my eyes behind my lids and sighed. "You know I hate surprises."
"I promise you'll love this one," Ramin said while kissing the back of my head. "Just wait and see."
I did as he told me and walked for about fifteen more seconds before we came to a stop. He pressed me against his chest and asked, "Are you ready to see, my Angel?"
"Yes!" I answered restlessly.
"Alright. Open your eyes."
Once he pulled his hands back, I opened my eyes and saw something beyond my wildest dreams:
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I drifted my gaze over the fabulous structure and took the sight in. It was beautiful, but I wasn't really sure where we were. "I'm running a blank, Ramin," I said in confusion. "Where are we?"
He looked over at me and smiled. "You really don't know what this place is?"
I shook my head.
"This is the Palais Garnier, which was the inspiration for the Opera Populaire in Phantom of the Opera," he replied with a smirk. "This is the real thing, right in front of your eyes."
It took me a second to fully process his words, and then, it hit me like a lightning bolt. "W-we're in...P-Paris?" I asked in a stutter.
"We are."
I then screeched as loudly as possible and jumped up and down in giddy excitement. A couple of people glanced over at us like we were crazy, but I didn't care. This had been a dream of mine for years, and Ramin had granted that wish.
I took his face in my hands and kissed all over his skin, causing him to laugh. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I exclaimed, my heart filled with joy.
"You're welcome," he responded once I pulled away from him. "I figured it was about time that the Phantom showed his Angel where the magic happened."
"You mean the place you rule over?" I asked with a giggle.
Ramin raised his eyebrow mischievously and said, "Possibly."
I kissed him deeply and rested our foreheads together. "You're too good to me," I whispered.
"You deserve it," he smiled softly. "The only thing I could ever want is to make you happy."
I was touched at his statement, and I kissed him again to show my appreciation. "I love you," I murmured against his lips.
