I could hear Ramin singing quietly to himself on the patio when I walked into the living room, and I immediately melted at his smooth voice. 

I didn't recognize the song he was singing, but that was okay. 

He sounded amazing either way.

I quietly slid open the door and peeked out.

One of his hands was stuffed in the pocket of his leather jacket, and his left leg was crossed over his right one. 

He was moving his other hand gracefully as he danced with his vocals, and I almost fainted when his brown eyes caught mine.

I ducked my head away quickly, but I could hear the smirk in Ramin's speaking voice as he asked, "Where're you going?"

I blushed at his playful tone and hid myself in the bedroom, pressing my back against the door. 

I fanned myself and tried to get my breathing under control, but nothing could stop my racing heart.

Suddenly, I heard footsteps coming toward the room, and then a light knock sounded on the door. 

"My Angel," Ramin said in a sing-song tone. "Open up."

My whole body was hot with desire, and I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest from beating so hard. 

With a shaky breath, I replied, "You're quite the charmer, my Opera Ghost."

"I have my ways," he chuckled, deepening his voice. "How do you think I won Christine over?"

I clenched my hands into fists and let out a long exhale. 

Damn you, I thought to myself with a groan.

Finally, I turned around and opened the door, revealing beautiful Ramin. 

He was leaning against the doorframe with a raised eyebrow. 

"Why so silent?" he asked with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes and pulled him into the room, pressing his body close to mine. 

Since he was so much taller than me, I had to look up in order to meet his gaze, and I had to admit, I liked it that way.

He gently caressed my jaw with his long fingers, sending shivers down my spine. 

I always called it his "Phantom touch" because of the way he'd hover over my skin with a ghost-like impression, and I noticed he had picked up the gesture after playing the character for so long. 

It was basically like second-nature for him.

"Would you stop teasing me already?" I breathed out while trying to lean into his touch.

"You married me, Ave," Ramin said in a seductive tone. "I'm afraid you'll have to deal with my antics for the rest of your life."

I blushed and tried to separate our eyes, but he hooked a finger under my chin and lifted my head back up. 

Then, ever so gently, he kissed my lips.

After a moment, he broke away, but his face remained close to mine. 

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you more," I smiled, running my hands along his chest.

Ramin rested our foreheads together and slid his hand onto the small of my back, keeping me close to him.