I walked into the living room and found Ramin sitting on the sofa, watching the daily news.
He didn't seem to notice me entering, so I decided to pull a little prank on him and snuck up as quietly as I could.
I almost managed to grab his shoulders while he wasn't looking, but then, he suddenly said, "Not so fast, little lady."
My feet literally squeaked from stopping so suddenly, and Ramin peered over his shoulder with a smirk on his face.
"Trying to be a ghost, are we?"
I sighed in annoyance and nodded.
"I prefer to be called 'The Phantomess', if you please."
"Oh, really?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "Are you worthy of that title?"
"Well, I am the Phantom's wife," I replied with sass. "I think I can keep up with you pretty well."
Ramin chuckled to himself and invited me to sit down.
I eventually obliged but eyed him cautiously, making sure he wouldn't pull anything on me.
After a moment, he took my hand in his and kissed the back of it gently.
"Alright," he smirked. "From now on, you will be known as 'The Phantomess'."
"Thank you."
I then rested my head on Ramin's shoulder and relaxed against him.
YOU ARE READING
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...
