Ramin Karimloo imagines and one-shots

Imagine #5 (Ramin Karimloo)

Ramin and I sat backstage in his dressing room, waiting for him go on stage for his new show, Funny Girl. 

He was dressed nicely in a tuxedo, and his hair was neatly combed to perfection. 

I smiled at him and said, "It looks like the Phantom has had a serious influence on you."

He glanced down at his attire and chuckled. 

"Being the Phantom can have some serious consequences. He's obviously inside my mind, like Christine says."

I brushed off a bit of dust from his jacket, and a strand of hair fell over his eye. 

Ramin was so handsome that he looked like a prince out of a fairytale, and I had to remind myself sometimes that he was as real as could be. 

Subconsciously, I reached out and touched his arm, running my fingers down his suit.

A small smirk appeared on his lips, and he asked, "Do I look ready to go?"

"Yes," I replied, sucking in a breath.

He chuckled and pressed a kiss on my forehead. 

"You look beautiful."

I blushed and kept my gaze away from his. 

"Thanks," I said shyly.

Ramin scooted closer to me and wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me closer to him. 

"The Phantom approves," he whispered in my ear.

My face heated up in an instant, and I buried my crimson face into his chest. 

He caressed my arm with his fingers, telling me nonverbally that he was grinning widely at my reaction.