Ramin Karimloo imagines and one-shots

Imagine #28

"Little Lotte? Are you in here?"

I glanced up from my computer and smiled at Ramin, who was still dressed up as Raoul from The Phantom of the Opera. 

His curly black hair was combed to the side nicely, and his brown eyes were as lovely as always.

"I am, Vicomte," I smirked while playing along.

He sat down on the desk and laid his hand on mine. 

"How are you?" he asked softly.

"I'm tired," I admitted. "But this letter needs to be done by tomorrow, so I don't have time to sleep."

Ramin furrowed his brows. 

"How long have you been up?" he pressed.

"Not that long," I waved him off. "I'll be fine."

I went back to typing, but he slowly closed the computer lid and crossed his arms. 

"What are you doing?" I asked, a warning tone in my voice.

"I will finish it," he replied. "You need to go get some sleep."

"No," I shook my head. "This is my work, not yours. And not to mention the fact that you just got home from a 2-hour performance. I've got this."

I tried to open it back up, but Ramin kept it firmly closed with his hand. 

I huffed in frustration and said, "You don't even know what's it for."

"I'll figure it out."

There was no fighting his stubbornness, so I sighed tiredly and stood up from my chair. 

"Fine. Have at it."

Just as I walked past Ramin, however, he wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me back to him. 

His eyes were so adoring that I couldn't stay annoyed at him for long, and I surrendered under his gaze. 

"Get some sleep," he whispered, kissing my brow. "You need it more than I do."

I smiled at him and laid my heavy head on his chest. 

"I might just fall asleep right here," I chuckled. 

"Not if I can help it." 

He then lifted me up in his strong arms and carried my limp body into the bedroom, where he gently laid me down. 

"Sleep, Little Lotte," Ramin whispered. "I'll take care of everything."

"Thank you," I muttered before shutting my eyes.

He kissed my forehead and closed the door behind him quietly.