I was standing alone on the stage when I felt a pair of familiar arms wrap around my waist, and it caused me to smile in response.
"Hi," I whispered, suddenly feeling a bit shy.
The iconic white mask popped into view out of the corner of my eye, and Ramin's friendly face appeared over my shoulder.
"Hello, my Angel," he said back, placing a kiss to my cheek.
The cold porcelain against my skin sent chills down my spine, and I shivered the slightest bit.
He noticed my reaction and asked, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," I waved him off. "Your mask is just cold, that's all."
Ramin chuckled and pressed my palm flat against it, covering my smaller hand with his.
"I think you like touching my mask," he smirked. "It brings you closer to the Phantom."
"Well, what girl doesn't want to touch the Phantom's mask?" I joked. "I think half of the female population wants to touch your face at least once."
"It would be nice," he nodded. "But none of them would have the same effect that you have on me, Ave."
I blushed and turned around in his arms.
"Ever the charmer," I smiled while stroking his chest.
"Always," he said with a wink.
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Ramin Karimloo imagines and one-shots
RomanceBest known for playing the Phantom of the Opera and Jean Valjean on Broadway, this man has stolen my heart with his playful nature, good looks, and amazing voice. These will be short stories about Ramin and the characters he's played on screen and o...
