Ramin Karimloo imagines and one-shots

One-Shot #8 (Kian Madani)

Abigail peeked into Kian's office and knocked on his door to indicate that she was there. 

He glanced up and smiled. 

"Thank you for coming," he said. "Please, sit down."

She nodded and closed the door behind her so that they could have some privacy. 

When she sat down across from him, she noticed his messy desk and commented, "I see that you are not a person who likes to stay organized."

He shrugged and leaned forward. 

"I'm surprised you can when you have such a demanding job."

"It's because I'm a neat freak," Abigail smiled cheekily. "Maybe I can give you some lessons on how to organize."

Kian scoffed. 

"You can try, but I doubt that I will listen."

"Alright." 

She then stood up and grabbed a few of his papers, stacking them neatly. 

Her hands went on autopilot as her organizing skills came into play, and she had almost completed her task when she suddenly felt a pair of arms wrap around her waist.

She stopped breathing and stood up straight, but it didn't separate the two of them. 

"Um, Kian," she said, her voice cracking as she spoke. "What are you doing?"

"I'm just watching you," he replied casually. "Is that a problem?"

She swallowed the lump in her throat and quickly noticed that her hands were trembling. 

"N-no," she stuttered out. "I'm just w-wondering why you're h-holding me like this."

Abigail wasn't expecting the next thing that Kian said to her: "Oh, Abby. I thought you would've known by now."

Her heart lurched forward at his soft voice, and she slowly turned around to face him. 

They were so close to each other that their noses were nearly touching, and she felt her breath hitch at the feeling of his hands on her back.

He looked her over for a moment, then whispered, "I'm in love with you."

His confession was so shocking that she literally had to laugh in order to stay sane. 

"This is a joke, right?" Abigail asked, wheezing from laughter.

Kian furrowed his brows at her reaction. 

"You think I'm joking?" he asked in disbelief.

She wiped tears from the corners of her eyes and separated herself from him. 

"That is the funniest thing I have ever heard," she chuckled. "You had me convinced for a moment."

He was speechless for a second, and then he said, "I assure you that I am most definitely not joking about this."

She turned and was about to say something sarcastic back, but then she noticed his face, and the words faded in her mouth. 

He looked more sincere than she had ever seen from him, and she instantly felt foolish at her behavior. 

"You've picked the wrong person," Abigail muttered while reaching for the doorknob. "I don't deserve you."

But Kian wouldn't let her get away that easily. 

He rushed over and grabbed her hand so tightly that she thought he was going to break a few bones, but her worries were reassured when he relaxed his grip and placed an apologetic kiss on her knuckles. 

"I did not pick the wrong person," he firmly said, pulling her closer. "I've wanted you since the day we first met. You have a smile that brings positivity into an area that is filled with so much pain, and it lights up my world as much as it lights up theirs. You're also kind, smart, and absolutely beautiful, both in and out. Any man would be lucky to have you."

Abigail stared at him with a dumbfounded expression and said nothing. 

Taking the advantage, Kian leaned down and pressed a small kiss on her lips. 

She melted into his embrace and absentmindedly placed her hands onto his chest, emitting a small sigh out of him. 

When he pulled back, his smile was sweet, and her heart was filled with joy.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that with you," she giggled.

He chuckled and kissed her forehead. 

"I am pretty good-looking, aren't I?"

"Oh, please," Abigail scoffed. "Keep telling yourself that."

"I will," Kian smirked. "Especially because I know you think I'm handsome."

She tried to keep the blush out of her cheeks, but her face betrayed her in more ways than one, and she shyly looked away from him. 

He intervened, however, by raising her head the slightest bit so that she could meet his gaze. 

With a sigh, she said, "You are very handsome. In fact, as soon as I met you, I was already crushing on you. Hard."

"Were you now?" he asked with a playfully raised eyebrow. "I thought so."

She grew even redder and hid her face in his chest, causing him to laugh good-naturedly. 

"Don't be shy," he said in her hair. "I've been crushing on you for a long time as well."

"That's good to hear," Abigail chuckled, her voice muffled in his shirt.

Kian gently rubbed the back of her neck and held her like that for a few more moments, letting her sink into his embrace.