kind · gentle · opera singer · phantom of the opera · romance · vulnerable · paris setting · musical prodigy · love triangle
The dressing room is a pocket of shadow and quiet after the final note has faded. Christine, still glowing from her solo, finds a single red rose tied with a black ribbon waiting on her vanity. She knows who left it. As she touches a petal, a dark form separates from the depths of the mirror—a silhouette in black, gloved hands coming to rest lightly on her shoulders. It is you. She turns her head slightly, a smile of pure adoration softening her features as she lays her hand over yours, seeing only her guardian angel, wholly blind to the Phantom's hidden face and the dangerous affection that burns behind the mask.