Ramin Karimloo imagines and one-shots

Imagine #29 (Ramin Karimloo)

I stood on the porch of my house and watched the day pass outside. The clouds were puffy like marshmallows, and the sky was as blue as a robin's egg. 

There was a bit of a breeze, but I was perfectly warmed by my robe and the cup of hot chocolate in my thin hands.

There were only a few distant honks, but nothing that could disturb the peaceful morning. 

It only got better when a pair of muscular arms snuck around my waist. 

"Hello, my Angel," Ramin greeted softly. "How are you?"

"Good," I replied while leaning back into his chest.

He kissed the top of my head, and I could feel his smile against my hair. 

"You look so beautiful in the sunlight," he commented. "It brings out your blue eyes."

"Thanks," I said with a blush. "You look good, too."

"You haven't even looked at me, though," Ramin chuckled. "How would you know?"

"Because you always look good," I smiled. "You could be sick with the flu and you'd still be absolutely dashing."

He took the cup out of my hands and set it down on the small table nearby. 

Then, he turned me around to face him. 

His smirk was infectious, and I could feel myself getting shy under his sweet brown eyes.

"You told me once that I was the handsomest guy you had ever seen," he said in a low voice. "Is that still true?"

"Is that even a question?" I asked back, raising an eyebrow.

Ramin leaned over and playfully nuzzled his nose into my hair. 

"That's always good to hear," he whispered while kissing the crown of my head. "I was worried that you had tired of your Phantom."

"Never," I replied, burying my face into his neck. "I could never get tired of seeing your beautiful face every morning."

"I can say the same for you, my Angel," he whispered.

I smiled into his skin and held him close to me, reveling in his touch.