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Once upon a time, in the grand Paris Opera House, there were two managers who were known for their impeccable work and dedication to their craft. Moncharmin and Richard had been working together for years, ensuring that the productions ran smoothly and the performers were at their best.

However, there was a hidden secret between the two managers.

Moncharmin had been harboring deep feelings of love and affection for Richard, but Richard seemed oblivious to his advances.

Day after day, Moncharmin would try to approach his beloved, subtly touching him or attempting to hug him out of sight, hoping for some kind of response. But Richard remained focused on his work, seemingly unaware of Moncharmin's affections.

This constant rejection left Moncharmin feeling sad and jealous.

He longed for Richard's attention and affection, but it seemed that his efforts were in vain.

And so, when the day came to an end and they went home like any other day, Richard was surprised to find Moncharmin preparing to go out to bars.

Confused, Richard asked, "Where are you going at this time?" His voice filled with concern and curiosity.

Moncharmin, angry and on the verge of tears, replied bitterly, "To bars, perhaps I will find someone who loves me instead of my lover who hates me and ignores me ! "

Richard's heart sank at those words.

He never intended to make Moncharmin feel this way. In fact, he loved him deeply but had been too preoccupied with work to express it. Feeling a surge of emotion, Richard slammed the door shut, preventing Moncharmin from leaving.

"You crazy man," Richard exclaimed, his voice filled with frustration. "It is impossible for me to hate you. I love you, but I was busy."

Moncharmin shouted back through his tears, his body shaking with a mixture of anger and sadness. "Liar! You are tired of me. Say it! All week, I needed you, and I tried to kiss you or touch you, but you pushed me away."

Richard's heart shattered into a million pieces.

 He cupped Moncharmin's face in his hands, his voice filled with remorse. "I'm sorry, my love. Please forgive me. I love you so much that the idea of seeing you with another man has driven me crazy. You are mine alone, and I am only yours."

Overwhelmed by emotion, Richard pressed his trembling lips against Moncharmin's. They exchanged kisses filled with longing and desire, their tears mingling as they expressed their love for one another. Slowly, they began to undress and explore each other's bodies with a newfound passion.

They slowly made their way to the bedroom, shedding their clothes along the way. The night was filled with passionate exploration of each other's bodies, as they exchanged expressions of love and desire. Their cries of pleasure echoed through the walls of their shared sanctuary.

On their bed, throughout the night, they made love with an intensity that could only come from years of pent-up emotions. Their bodies intertwined, their souls finally finding solace in each other's arms. They whispered words of love and devotion, promising to never let their work consume them to the point of neglecting their relationship again.

From that day forward, Moncharmin and Richard's love flourished both on and off the stage. They became each other's pillars of support, always there to lift each other up during the most challenging times. And as the Phantom of the Opera continued to haunt the opera house, their love remained unbreakable, a beacon of light in the midst of darkness.