Ramin Karimloo imagines and one-shots

Imagine #16 (Ramin Karimloo)

I walked into the music studio and saw Ramin sitting at a table, his head laying on his forearms. 

He clearly looked exhausted, and I sighed heavily in response. 

I then stepped over quietly and sat down across from him, lightly tapping his arm. 

He glanced up and smiled sweetly at me.

"Hi," he greeted, his voice barely audible.

"What're you still doing here?" I asked firmly, getting straight to the point.

"Making music," Ramin joked. "It's going well, as you can see."

I rolled my eyes impatiently and said, "You shouldn't be staying up so late. It's not good for you."

He sat up in his chair. 

"I wouldn't do anything if it was bad for me," he assured, taking my hand in his larger one. "You have to trust me when I say that."

I raised my brow and observed the large bags under his eyes. 

"Your face is telling me otherwise."

Ramin rubbed the tired expression off his face and got up, walking over to where I was sitting at. 

He leaned down and draped his muscular arms over my shoulders. 

"Trust me," he sang quietly, quoting "Music of the Night". "I know what I'm doing."

His soft voice melted my hardened exterior, and I gave in to his undeniable charm. 

"Fine," I said. "But you better be right about this. It's my job to take care of you."

"And it's my job to keep you from worrying," he responded back. "So, 'don't worry'."

I couldn't help but chuckle at Ramin's statement, and he kissed my cheek with a smile on his lips.