Return to the Maestro ｡.•*•♬✧
Word count: 3k Pairing: gn!reader x Maestro Tags: making out, hella teasing, reader is lowk desperate af, calling reader “dear”, “precious”, and “little one”, spooky ooky sexy ghost man idk a/n: even though no one read part one, this is a part two to “I Don’t Believe In Ghosts” because I was too inspired to not write it. Idk why this gives twilight vibes to me, but I was possessed by thoughts of vampire Michael while I wrote this even though maestro is a ghost lol
You couldn’t get it off your mind. It had been one week since your first paranormal encounter. Since your first ghost sighting. You still wondered if any of it was real, if those icy lips were really pressed against yours, or if it was simply a deluded hallucination. Maybe it was all a dream. Either way, it was consuming you. You started seeing him in your dreams, the rumbling thunder vibrating through your body until you woke up in the middle of the night in a fevered frenzy.
He was haunting you. And you were desperate to see him again.
When the ache in your chest became too much to bear, you decided to return to Someplace Else Manor, all on your own. You drove all the way out of town, on a solitary mission to find out the truth behind your chilling memory. You didn’t care about the possible dangers, you just needed to feel his mysterious presence again.
Under the guidance of the full moon, you entered the metal gates of the decrepit manor, and you continued with your intrusion until you were inside the mansion itself, making your way towards the abandoned ballroom where he had made a permanent mark on your consciousness.
The towering mahogany doors of the ballroom swung open as soon as you approached them, just like they had last time. They beckoned you in, but you remained still, contemplating. You stood before them, gathering up the courage to cross the threshold and find out for certain what paranormal powers were at play.
The moment you stepped far enough into the room, the doors slammed themselves shut with a force that nearly knocked you to the ground. The sound of it echoed through the room and bounced off the walls until it came back to your ears with a booming vibration. Your heart jackhammered in your chest, and your breath came quick like it was running a marathon through your lungs.
You watched as the fireplace erupted with red-hot flames, then lightning strobing through the sky to illuminate the entire ballroom in a blindingly white light. You knew it. He must be here. And he was more than aware of your presence.
You ventured deeper and deeper into the room, your skin bubbling with goosebumps from the frigid air. You knew he was watching you, so you called out into the stale silence.
“I know you’re here! Show yourself.” You demanded, the weight of your own voice surprising you.
Still, there was silence. The wind gently swirled through the ballroom, whispering in your ears like it was trying to tell you a secret. Your eyes darted from corner to corner, waiting for your mystery man to reveal himself to you. Yet you were only met with the gentle whistles of the wind and the sharp crackles of the fire.
You turned away from the fireplace, accepting the fact that your experiences in this room were mere hallucinations crafted by a panicked mind. The moment you turned your head, you found him standing right behind you.
You jumped with a high-pitched yelp, causing a burst of hearty laughter to spring from his chest.
Naturally, you felt your face heat up with embarrassment, although your heartbeat slowed with relief. You stared at him with disbelieving eyes, finally knowing that he was very real, no longer a simple fantasy in your mind. He uncrossed his arms, clasping them behind his back as he stepped closer to you.
“Looking for me? I scared you, didn’t I?” He asked, his face decorated with a cocky grin that showed off his pearly white teeth.
You scoffed and diverted your gaze towards the ground, wanting to wipe that sly grin off his statue-esque face.
“I wasn’t that scared…” you pouted, crossing your arms over your chest. You felt all your memories of him coming back, an ache in your stomach that made you hope he’d touch you with those icy hands again. You felt hot all over, despite the wintry breeze circulating through the room.
He began to circle you like a vulture, hands still clasped behind his back. His gait was slow, measured, and strangely sneaky. He observed your entire form with dark, wise eyes, like a predator stalking his prey.
“W-what are you doing?” You stuttered.
“I’m just getting a good look at you. I’m trying to figure out if you can handle me.” He answered simply.
An itchy heat creeped down your neck and ears.
“What does that mean?”
“What do you think it means?”
“Uhm…”
“You seem a little frozen, my dear. Why don’t we sit by the fireplace?” He suggested, a light playfulness in his voice that intensely contrasted the heavy, nervous pit in your stomach.
He took your hand before you could even offer it to him, and swiftly began leading you towards the soothing heat of the fireplace. The antique chair wheezed out clouds of dust as you sat down in it, and although the fire helped smooth down your goosebumps, it couldn’t eliminate the shivers buzzing through your body whenever he looked at you.
You sat rigid in your chair, simply looking him up and down, trying to figure out what it was that you wanted from him. You realized that you knew absolutely nothing about him, and you were deeply ashamed of the fact that you drove all the way out here just to be with a mysterious spirit that may or may not be a real person. You simply stared at him, and he stared back at you, leaning back in his chair with an amused smile on his lips.
“You look like you want to ask me something.” He remarked calmly.
“Maybe I do.” You responded.
“Well, what’s troubling you, little one?” He asked, tilting his head in curiosity.
“What are you?” You breathed, eyes shining with a desperation to know the truth of his appearances.
“Whatever you want me to be, precious.” He smirked, looking very pleased with himself as if he could hear the quickening of your heartbeat through your chest. You looked at the fire instead of him, brows furrowed in frustration.
“Stop messing with me! Answer my question.” You demanded, embarrassed by the whinniness in your voice that you thought would sound authoritative.
“Only if you answer mine first.” He challenged. Your inner voice thought, “oh god, not this again…” but you were secretly excited, whether you wanted to admit it or not.
“Why’d you come back? No one in their right mind would return here after what you saw.”
“Maybe I’m not in my right mind.” The words came out before you could stop them. You mentally slapped yourself for being overly honest.
His eyebrows raised with surprise, and he sat straighter in his chair, leaning forward to study you more intensely.
“Why not?” He asked with a nearly condescendingly sweet smile.
“I… uh.. I-I don’t know.” You shrugged, refusing to tell the truth and give him the satisfaction of knowing that he’d been on your mind 24/7 for the past week. He was already weirdly cocky and prideful, he didn’t need the ego boost.
When you looked back at him, his face was hardened into a mix of disappointment and something more intense. You felt a bit scared by the charged stare he gave you, and you nearly flinched when he stood up suddenly.
He did that slow, intimidating walk towards you again, your heart sprinting faster and faster with every step he took. You felt your breathing quicken against your will, and yet you sat still, consumed with a morbid curiosity of what he was going to do when he got close to you.
He stopped right in front of you, looking down at you with an almost unreadable expression. Your head tilted all the way up to look at him, your eyes wide with anticipation and unrepressable excitement.
He reached one cold, icy hand down to your face, caressing your jaw. Your eyelids fluttered, an intense shiver jolting through your body the moment his hand met your skin. His fingers drifted down the exposed front of your neck, feeling your pulse quicken at the sensation. You were utterly speechless, shamelessly reveling in the feeling of him.
You were mere seconds away from melting completely when he leaned down to your face, his raven eyes burning into yours with an intensity that made you breathless. He was so close that you could’ve kissed him, and god, you wanted to. But you just barely kept your hands to yourself after glancing at his lips very hungrily.
“I want you to be honest with me, little one. Don’t lie to me. You know why you came here. Tell me why you returned to me. Have you been thinking about me? About us?” He questioned, his voice deepening and softening while his hand came back to cup your face.
“Yes,” you breathed, forfeiting all attempts at being secretive and unbothered. He seemed to like that, maybe a little more than you thought he would.
“Yeah? Have you thought about the way I kissed you?” He asked, his voice so soft it made heat spring from your core and spread throughout your entire body. You nodded without thinking, leaning into his touch like a starved puppy. He was so close, you could feel the frigid air that radiated from him, his lips so familiar and yet so mysterious.
He smiled mischievously, before letting go of your face and standing straight before you. Your brows furrowed in confusion as he turned and walked back to his chair across from you.
“Interesting.” He leaned back in his chair with a prideful, impish grin.
You got so hot you thought your face was gonna burn off.
“Wha-? W-what was that??!” You cried, your frustration and flusteredness clearly written on your face. He chuckled at your reaction, his alluring intensity replaced with a playfulness that made you feel incredibly silly. You straightened up in your chair, shifting uncomfortably until you could think clearly again.
“You have to answer my question now!” You demanded, stomping your foot on the ground like you were throwing a tantrum.
His eyes narrowed a bit as he looked away from you towards the fire.
“Oh yes… your question.” He murmured quietly. He paused for a long time, his eyes focused on the crackling heat like he was contemplating something.
“Well… I’m the Maestro.” He stated simply, suddenly focusing on your face with another strange expression of intensity and interest. The fire roared up high, sending a chill down your spine and throughout your body. Lightning and thunder joined together to shake the room, bathe the Maestro’s face in bright light, and crack through your ears like a whip.
You were still confused, however.
“And what does that mean?” You questioned, stubbornly determined to find out his true intentions and origin. He was frustrating you, but you knew that if you showed it he would only be more amused.
“Ah ah. It's my turn now. I’ve told you my name, now tell me yours.” He corrected, leaning back in his chair once more. You let out an exasperated sigh, realizing that he wanted to make you work for the answers you were so desperately seeking out.
You told him your name, and another bewitching smile graced his lips.
“Such a perfect name for someone as beautiful as you…” he smiled, his voice softening into something sultry and warm that immediately made you feel hotter than the burning fire next to you.
“Now it’s my turn. If you’re not gonna tell me what you are, then tell me… why you kissed me last time.” You spoke, your heart skipping beats at the memory of his touch. The way he held you, encased you in his strong, wintry embrace that left you simultaneously freezing and burning up. He felt so real, so… passionate. You’d never felt anything like it, and you could only shamefully hope that you’d get a chance to feel it again.
He smirked at the mentioning of the kiss you shared, seemingly proud of himself for leaving you with such a vivid memory.
“Well, my dear, I suppose I couldn’t control myself. It’s not everyday that a precious thing like you stumbles into my home and treats me like a person instead of a monster.” He explained, a hint of vulnerability flashing across his face before he swiftly covered it up with a mask of composure.
“You can be quite scary sometimes. You’ve scared me before.” You admitted softly, looking down at your lap in embarrassment. You remembered how last time you were here, he’d scared you so bad that you cried, and then he terrified you again by completely disappearing into thin air. But as frightened as you were, your curiosity always got the better of you, forcing you to freeze when he got close, to lean into him when your better instincts told you to run.
He grinned proudly at the admission you gave.
“Well, it’s almost as fun to scare you as it is to kiss you.” He remarked with a small laugh.
“I don’t like it when you scare me…” you pouted.
“Forgive me, little one. It’s simply in my nature. Would you prefer that I only kiss you from now on?” He suggested, a tempting hunger glinting in his deep, onyx eyes. He didn’t sound playful like usual, but rather… genuine. Like he fully intended on obeying your wishes.
You stared at him blankly for a moment, until your face got so hot that you had to look at the ground and stop yourself from breathing too heavily. You fiddled with your fingers in your lap like a nervous child in trouble, but despite your better judgment, you spoke very genuinely as well.
“Are you really gonna stop scaring me?” You muttered shyly, glancing up at him a moment, eyes wide with hope and anticipation.
“Of course, dear. In fact, I’ll show you exactly what I’ll do right now.”
Before you could even blink, he stood up from his chair and came to you, lifting you out of your chair and onto your feet, holding you up as he loomed over you. You gasped from how fast it all was, both marveling at his super-human speed and feeling terrified by it. You felt your heart sprint through your chest, your breaths coming fast as he held you close in his tight, freezing grip. He gazed lovingly down at you, taking a long moment to admire your petrified face.
“This is quite dangerous for you, little one. But… that’s why you enjoy it, isn’t it?” He teased, his voice barely over a whisper. His voice, smooth and warm like the air surrounding the fire, soothed you against your better judgment and made you melt into his arms. You nodded quietly, gazing up at him with wide, widened eyes full of both fear and curiosity. You were unbelievably relieved to be in his arms again, feeling like you were right where you needed to be.
“I knew it.”
His face came closer and closer to yours, and you nearly forgot to close your eyes, too distracted by his captivating features and the dark, coal-colored pools of his eyes. You eventually succumbed to his spell and allowed your eyes to flutter closed before he pressed his icy lips against yours. A whiny, relieved sound left your mouth before you could stop it, and that only fueled him further.
His lips moved against yours like they were trying to conquer you, intense and unforgivably hungry. He kissed you like he needed it more than you did, but honestly, you couldn’t tell who was craving this more. He cradled your head with one large hand, the other one placed on your lower back to press your body flush against his. You would’ve been freezing if it weren’t for the fireplace, due to the fact that his body was colder than a corpse.
Your hands pawed at the back of his shirt, clinging onto him like he’d disappear again if you let go. He deepened the kiss quickly, forcing your mouth open to invade with his tongue. You both let out soft moans, your connection fueled by a shared, forbidden desire.
His taste was addictive, so incredibly sweet and irresistible. Your knees became so weak that you would’ve collapsed if he wasn’t holding you so tightly. Suddenly, his hands moved to your hips, gently gliding up your back under your shirt. You gasped against his mouth, chills running up your spine from the coldness of his hands and the intimate gesture.
After a long time of kissing without pause, you started to feel lightheaded from a lack of air, and you tore yourself away to gasp for air. You rested your head on his shoulder and panted, chest heaving and eyes squeezed shut as he held you close with firm hands. One of his hands rubbed soothing circles on your back, while the other moved to cradle your head lovingly.
You wondered why he wasn’t even a little bit winded, considering how long and intense your kissing was. You trembled with dizzy vision, meanwhile he was perfectly calm. Once you recovered enough to speak and think clearly, you looked up at him with furrowed brows.
“H-how are you not out of breath?” You huffed, your tone nearly accusatory yet drenched in bewilderment.
“Oh my beloved… haven’t you figured it out by now?” He cooed, a patronizingly warm smile spreading across his lips.
Your eyes narrowed as the gears turned in your head, and although you’d had the smallest suspicions about him this whole time, you thought it ridiculous to speak out loud. You didn’t want to make your conspiracies into reality.
“What, are you some kind of ghost or somethin?” You scoffed, masking your genuine concern under a playfully jokey voice.
Twins lightning and thunder cracked like a whip through the sky as he began to laugh, a knowing, mischievous giggle. He looked down at you, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your forehead. Just as your eyes fluttered closed, he whispered against your skin;
“You figured me out, darling.”
Your eyes flew open, but yet again you stumbled back with surprise after he’d disappeared into the moonlit night.
