Ramin Karimloo imagines and one-shots

One-Shot #12 (Ramin Karimloo)

It was a beautiful, sunny day outside in California, and Ramin took advantage of it by suggesting we go fishing at one of the lakes. 

I wasn't the biggest fan of water, but I reluctantly agreed in order to make him happy.

We rented a small boat to go out on the lake, and I felt myself tensing at the sight of all the liquid around me. 

Ramin seemed to be perfectly unaware of how uncomfortable I was, but I kept my mouth shut and smiled as best as I could.

Eventually, the boat came to a stop in the middle of the lake, and I inwardly groaned to myself. 

He stood up and grabbed his fishing pole, then glanced over at me. 

"Would you like to join me?" he asked.

"No, I'm fine," I said, trying to be as polite as possible. "Thank you."

Ramin slightly raised his eyebrow, but he didn't question me. 

Then, he threw the rod about ten feet away from us and waited patiently for something to tug at it. 

I took the moment to admire how gorgeous was in the sunlight. 

It perfectly outlined his tall silhouette, and I could feel my heart racing just by looking at him.

After a few minutes, Ramin looked over at me again and smiled. 

"Like what you see?"

I snapped out of my trance and blushed. 

"Very much," I muttered.

He reeled the fishing rod back in and sat down, setting the pole next to him. 

"What's up?" he asked, getting straight to the point.

I furrowed my brows and chuckled awkwardly. 

"What are you talking about?"

"Come on, you can tell me," Ramin pressed. "I know that anxious look when I see it."

I crossed my arms. 

"There is no anxious look, I assure you," I said, trying to act nonchalant.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes tiredly. 

"Why do you have to be so stubborn?"

"I'm not being stubborn," I argued. "I'm simply stating a fact."

There was a pause, and then Ramin said, "You're clearly uncomfortable. I can see it your eyes."

I huffed and glanced away from him, hating how easily he could read me. 

People always told me that I wore my heart on my sleeve when I was young, and that clearly hadn't changed one bit, even with age.

Suddenly, I felt Ramin's hand on mine, and he pressed a kiss to my knuckles. 

"Are you afraid of water?" he asked softly.

I met his eyes and blushed in embarrassment. 

"It's not that I'm afraid of it, I'm just sensitive to it. I don't like it when I get something like water or dirt on me. It's stupid, I know."

"No, I get it," he replied. "I've met plenty of people who have similar feelings as you do. I don't think it's stupid."

"Thank goodness," I sighed in relief. "I thought you would laugh at me."

He kissed the back of my hand and said, "I'd never do such a thing, my Angel."

I smiled at his statement. 

"How did I ever get so lucky with you?" I asked softly.

"It's because you made the right choice," Ramin smirked. "You picked the lonely Opera Ghost over a safer life with Raoul. I'd say that was a pretty wise choice."

"Always bringing the Phantom into the conversation," I rolled my eyes playfully.

"You're guilty as well," he winked. "I think you do it more than me."

"Probably."

He laughed and pulled me into a hug, relaxing my body immensely. 

As long as I had Ramin with me, I was going to be just fine.