Ramin Karimloo imagines and one-shots

One-Shot #4

I walked up behind Ramin and draped my arms around his neck. 

"Hello," I greeted with a smile.

He glanced up at me and smiled back. 

"Hello."

"Whatcha doin'?" I asked, resting my chin on his shoulder.

"Just looking through some notes I took during rehearsal," he replied. "It helps me prepare for the show."

"Always one step ahead," I nodded. "That's a good idea."

"Yeah, I'm smart like that," Ramin said, pretending to brag.

I rolled my eyes and hopped over the sofa to sit down next to him, resting the back of my head on his lap. 

"May I see it?"

"Sure." 

He handed me the small piece of paper, and I looked over his neat handwriting. 

One of the bullet points said, Need to sing better.

"'Need to sing better?'" I asked, looking up at him in disbelief. "But you always sound like an angel."

He smiled and leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to my forehead. 

"There are times when my voice isn't on point," he replied. "I just hide it from you."

"Why?" I furrowed my brows.

"Because I'm your Phantom. He always needs to have a perfect voice, and that's what I want when I'm around you."

My heart skipped so many beats that I thought it would eventually stop altogether, but it managed, somehow, to keep going. 

I composed myself and said, "You don't need to have a perfect voice for me to love you, Ramin."

He brushed his hair back and gave me another smile. 

"And that's why I love you, my Angel."

Ramin's words made me blush, and I tried to sit up before he could get a glimpse of my red face, but he playfully pulled me back down onto his lap. 

He knew I was a very ticklish person, so he instantly went for my ribs and showed me no mercy. 

I laughed until there were tears streaming down my cheeks, and he had a large grin on his face. 

"Stop!" I begged, trying to catch my breath.

"Not gonna happen," he smirked.

He continued to tickle me for about five more minutes, and then he eventually stopped, both of us shaking with laughter. 

"You...are horrible," I heaved out.

Ramin sat me back up and wrapped his arms tightly around my torso, placing a kiss on my shoulder. 

"You're not going to be angry at me for long," he smiled. "I can just sing my way out of it."

"Oh, really?" I questioned, raising my eyebrow. "I don't think so."

I turned away from him to prove my point, but I knew, deep down, that it was a losing battle. 

His voice was something that I could not resist, and he knew it just as well as I did.

He shifted and pulled me impossibly closer to him, pressing his warm chest against my back. 

Then, he began to sing, "Softly, deftly, music shall caress you; Hear it, feel it secretly possess you; Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind; In this darkness that you know you cannot fight; The darkness of the music of the night."

Ramin's voice was gentle, and he was slowly rocking me in his arms. 

He moved his lips down to my neck and left a few kisses on my skin. 

The feeling lingered even when he pulled away, and I decided to give up on what was already a hopeless situation. 

I rested the back of my head on his shoulder and said, "Like I said before, 'you are horrible'."

"But you love me," he cheekily grinned.

"Yes," I sighed dramatically. "I do."

He rested his chin on my head and placed a soft kiss there, keeping me warm and safe in his arms.