Ramin Karimloo imagines and one-shots

One-Shot #28 (Ramin Karimloo)

As hundreds of attendees entered into the Majestic Theater, I stood off to the side and watched with a little smile.

The joyful energy was infectious, and I could slowly feel myself getting more comfortable in the hectic atmosphere.

My face, however, was shrouded by a dark blue mask that matched my gown.

Even though I was a costume designer for the show, I didn't feel that important compared to the actors on stage, so I was shrouding myself in the shadows to hide from everyone around me.

A few moments later, I saw Ramin walk in with Peter Jöback, and they both looked incredibly handsome in their tuxedos, matching Hugh Panaro's Phantom on stage.

As much as I wanted to say hello, I decided to stay back and observe instead.

Ramin's beautiful smile shone like a bright diamond, causing my heart to do numerous flips in my chest.

There was no denying that my feelings had grown for him, but I knew that there was no chance of us being together.

He could never love a regular, boring girl like me; it was impossible.

I was about to make my way into the theater when I heard Ramin say to Peter, "Go on. I'll catch up in a bit."

Peter looked a bit confused, but he nodded and left.

Ramin then turned in my direction and tilted his head in observation.

"Excuse me, miss," he said in his soft voice. "May I ask why you are standing in the dark by yourself?"

I cursed inwardly and glanced down at my shiny bracelet, which was gleaming due to the sunlight hitting it directly.

This is why you're not the Phantom of the Opera, I rolled my eyes. Your hiding skills are pathetic.

I kept my gaze away from his as I said, "I would like to be left alone, sir. Be on your way."

Ramin furrowed his brows.

"I don't think I should do that," he shook his head. "You look like you are in need of a friend."

His words were touching, but I ignored him and asked a bit sharply, "Why would you care? I'm no one, and you're a famous actor. Usually, celebrities ignore people like us, and I don't blame them."

He stared at me for a moment, his expression unreadable.

Then, "I've never thought of you that way, Avery."

He knows it's me! What do I do?

I was frozen to the floor, and I could feel perspiration starting to bead on my brow as I began to panic.

Ramin then stepped over and stood only a few inches away from me as he gently sang: 

"'There's a hope that's waiting for you in the dark; You should know you're beautiful just the way you are; And you don't have to change a thing, the world could change its heart; No scars to your beautiful, you're a star and you're beautiful.'"

His voice sent shivers throughout my entire body, and his big brown eyes sunk deep into my soul.

He just called me 'beautiful', I thought, feeling a wave of emotion rush over me. Does he really mean it?

When I didn't say anything back, Ramin whispered, "Please take that mask off. I want to see you, Ave."

I bit my lip and turned away from him again, still feeling hesitant.

After thinking it through, I shyly asked, "Could you take it off? I can't do it by myself."

"Of course," he nodded in understanding. "Just turn around for me."

I slowly spun around and gazed at his handsome face, the butterflies in my stomach intensifying by a hundred percent.

Ramin took my hand in both of his and held it against his chest.

"It's okay, Ave," he assured me. "I won't think of you any differently than I do now."

His touch was comforting and warm, relaxing me to an extent that I hadn't felt in a long time.

I nodded in confirmation, and he squeezed it in response.

Ramin put his fingers underneath the front of the mask and slowly lifted it up from my face.

Once it was off, he ran his knuckle down my cheek and flashed his gorgeous smirk as he said, "Where have you been hiding, my Angel?"

His voice had taken on that familiar, sexy tone that could only belong to the Phantom, and I felt goosebumps emerging on my arms.

"It doesn't matter," I smiled uncontrollably. "Just know that I will never hide from you again."

"That's what I like to hear."

He then leaned down and kissed me deeply, cradling my head in his hands.

I melted into his kiss and slightly pulled him forward by his suit jacket, which made him smile against my lips.

When we broke apart, Ramin rested his chin on my head and hugged me to his chest. 

"You are cold, my dear," he observed. "Let's get inside where it's warmer."

I nodded and cuddled closer to him, reveling in the feeling of his arms around me.