Ramin Karimloo imagines and one-shots

One-Shot #15 (Ramin Karimloo)

I was leaning against the headboard of the bed, reading a book called Ghost: Retelling the Phantom of the Opera. 

It was a guilty pleasure of mine to read fanfictions about my favorite musical, and I always made sure to hide it from Ramin so he wouldn't tease me.

I had just reached the part where Erik revealed that Raoul was the one who had given him his deformation, and I could feel my heart silently breaking at his pain. 

All I wanted was to help the poor soul, but since he was fictional, I could do no such thing, and it hurt me quite a bit.

As if he heard my thoughts, the door opened up in front of me, and Ramin stepped in. 

"Hey," he greeted softly. "What're you doing in here by yourself?"

"Oh, hi!" I exclaimed while closing the book quickly. "I'm just reading."

He shut the door behind him and laid down beside me. 

"You are such a bookworm," he smiled. "I love it."

"Thanks," I muttered with a blush.

Ramin then sat up and looked at the book. 

"What's the story about?" he asked curiously.

I bit my lip and hesitated. 

"Promise you won't tease me?" I whispered.

He furrowed his brows at my request and said, "I would never do such a thing, Ave. You have my word."

My lips twitched with a small smile, and I took a deep breath. 

"It's a Phantom of the Opera fanfic," I replied. "I've been reading these things for quite a while now."

Ramin put a hand to his heart with a touched expression on his handsome face. 

"Aw, that's so sweet," he sighed. "You're always reading about your Phantom."

I snorted. 

"Maybe I have other Phantoms that I like to think about and you just don't know it."

"Oh really?" he raised his eyebrow. "I'm sure I could change your mind."

"Right," I nodded, unconvinced. "Keep telling yourself that."

He smirked and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer into his side. 

"What if I read Erik's parts in my 'Phantom' voice?" he asked, his tone incredibly attractive. "Then you really wouldn't be able to think of anyone else but me."

I would've said something sarcastic back, but all my remarks failed me when he leaned down and kissed my nose, letting his soft lips linger on my skin. 

"Do what you wish," I replied instead, releasing a shaky breath.

Ramin smiled triumphantly and kissed my forehead. 

"Now, where should I start?"

I opened the book for him to look at, and he nodded as he read along the page. 

"This is going to be fun, my Angel," he whispered in my ear.

I blushed and hid my face in his neck, somewhat squealing inwardly.