I kept my hands behind my back as I approached Ramin backstage after his show.
He was talking to the stage manager, but he quickly noticed me and excused himself.
Once he was close enough, Ramin hugged me tightly and kissed the top of my head.
"Hello, Ave," he greeted, his voice muffled in my hair. "How was the concert?"
"Amazing," I smiled against his chest. "You were on fire tonight."
He pulled back and inspected his body in mock panic.
"Oh God!" he exclaimed. "I hope I didn't ruin my perfectly tailored suit!"
I laughed and rolled my eyes at his expression.
"I didn't mean it literally, Ramin."
He let out a large exhale and pretended to wipe the sweat off of his brow.
"Thank goodness," he breathed. "You had me worried there for a sec."
"Well, I think this will make you feel better."
I then held out a cookie for him and smiled when he gasped excitedly.
"Is that for me?" Ramin asked while pointing to himself.
"It sure is," I replied.
"My Angel, you are so sweet," he muttered, placing a kiss on my forehead. "I love you."
I blushed at his words and straightened his bow tie to keep myself from turning red.
"Eat up. You're going to need the energy for later."
"Good idea," Ramin winked. "You know me so well."
"I sure do," I said, pretending to brag.
He smiled and kissed my forehead again.
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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...
