7 inches long. 4.5 girth. slight upwards curve. tip is C58D80 rosy-brown, shaft is around E3B5A6 beige-rose. very veiny with the most prominent running along the underside of the shaft. viscous cum and he keeps it immaculately trimmed.
I'm so sorry.
I'm sorry but I just saw the first line and I did a damn double take back, haha!
But yes, Stefano, best man. Definitely recommend. 10/10. Would smash.
A/N: Ok so I was watching a PV for Cantarella and one of the comments said it reminded them of The Phantom of the Opera so I looked at the Wiki synopsis and then had immediate brain rot. This is v scuffed quality I'm sorry </3.
TW - stalking, murder, (kind of) Stockholm syndrome, abduction, reader is mentioned to be wearing makeup but is GN (it’s theater, everyone wears makeup tbh)
The moon is veiled by clouds and the air is crisp, carrying a chill that permeates the skin and festers within the bones. And yet, here you are, kneeling before the grave of your late father. A bouquet of roses sits between you and the stone slab.
"It's been a while since I last visited, no?"
You don't expect an answer, yet still speak all the same. It's more comfortable than sitting and staring at the cool stone slab engraved with your father's name. As you sit, you don't notice the shadowy figure approaching, yet the shock of adrenaline through your system tells you to flee. Adrenaline spikes the air upon hearing the bowing of a violin. It's a shrill sound, not enough to be grating, but enough to cause your heart to leap into your throat. There's something familiar about the tune, you know you've heard it before, but you can't quite place the name. You look around wildly to find the music's source, eyes snagging on a tall figure standing under a nearby tree. They’re obscured by the tree's shade in the soft moonlight, yet you can discern a faint shimmer where their face presumably is.
"Hello?"
No response. Electing to keep to your wits, you get up and make your way to the cemetery's gate, periodically glancing behind you to ensure the mystery person wasn't following you until you've stepped through the open gate. You sprint back home, only to toss and turn in your attempts to sleep.
Just where had you heard that song?
𝄥𝄞 —————— ♪ —————— 𝄇
Ernesto reads over the letter, a scowl twisting his rugged features.
“Beatriz, come look at this.”
The theater’s co-owner saunters over to Ernesto’s side, placing a hand on the desk and leaning down to read the letter.
“In all likelihood, it’s nothing more than a hoax. In poor taste, yes, but a hoax nonetheless.”
“My thoughts exactly.”
Ernesto crumples the letter then tosses it into a nearby waste bin.
“I agree that they're a fantastic singer, though.”
The premier of Faust falls upon the Teatro della Pergola, its owners having forgotten entirely about the threat of a curse. Box five is filled with guests and the lead actress, Laura, is in a dressing room preparing herself. You’re holed up in your dressing room, adjusting your hair and makeup. Something moves in your periphery, making your flesh rise into goose pimples. It reminds you entirely too much of the incident at the graveyard.
“Who’s there? You shouldn’t be here, you know?”
You feel stupid for even saying anything, as you’re answered by near defeaning silence-
With the fluttering of cloth, you’ve been tackled to the ground. You land on your side, the only barrier between you and potentially fracturing a rib being someone’s arms wrapped around you.
“Let me go!” You try wriggling out of his grasp to no avail, your wild swinging of fists and kicking doing nothing. You feel rough ropes encircling your wrists, tied snuggly.
“Release me or I’ll have security-” your mouth is covered with a cloth and he begins to gather you into his arms, hand firmly clasped over your mouth. He sprints to the opposite side of the room, pressing into something on the wall you can't quite see that causes a portion of the wall to fold inward like a door. Beyond is a dark, narrow set of steep stairs. He steps inside, shouldering the 'door' closed before descending with you in their arms.
Onstage, the curtains open and Laura gracefully steps on stage, opening her mouth to deliver her opening lines-
All that comes out is a croak, as though she were a toad. The audience is shocked, silence settling over the theater. Something creaks and groans, then a chandelier falls, plummeting into the crowd. It lands with a near deafening crash, the very floor shaking from the impact. Blood begins seeping from under the chandelier.
𝄥𝄞 —————— ♪ —————— 𝄇
How long had you been down here?
"Mio caro…" He croons, voice smooth as silk. The door hinges groan in protest as it creaks open, his signature white porcelain mask adorned with intricate golden detailing gleams in the low candle light. You look at him from where you're seated on the bed, lips pressed into a thin line, refusing to say anything. He stalks towards you, his single, visible eye trained on you, unblinking. He's standing in front of you, now, lithe fingers ghosting against your cheek. He leans down to eye level, iris nearly drowned out by his dilated pupil. You're disgusted- how could this monster who abducted you look at you as though you were lovers?! In outrage, you make a wild swing for his face, colliding with porcelain. The mask flies off and surprisingly doesn't shatter, only landing with a loud clatter that rings in your ears in the deafening silence after. You aren't sure if you should be repulsed or if you should pity the poor man before you- Scar tissue extends out from the crater of his right eye socket, like the limbs of a sea beast emerging from a whirlpool.
"Well… This certainly complicates things."
He sighs, picking his mask up and eyeing it before placing it back on his face.
"Ah, where are my manners? My name is Stefano."
He does a small bow, and you aren't sure whether you're intrigued or want to smack his mask off again for having the audacity to act so cordial towards you after holding you captive for who-knows-how-long.
"H- how long have I been here?"
"About a week." You balk at his response- A week? A whole damn week?!
"Let me go!"
He doesn't even look as though he's considering your demand, so you try a softer approach.
"Please just let me go, I'll do whatever you want, just.. please." His single-eyed gaze softens, and he looks to the floor.
"Only on one condition;" He reaches into an unseen pocket in his cloak.
"You will wear my ring and stay faithful to me."
The polished gold gleams in the candle, like a small ray of sun. The crimson diamond adorning the ring casts fractals of light upon the walls that dance and shimmer as though you were underwater. Desperate for freedom, you hold your hand out.
𝄥𝄞 —————— ♪ —————— 𝄇
"His right eye was… oh, God, it was mangled! Like a horrible crater of flesh!” Sebastian soothingly rubs your back as you recount your experience of being abducted.
“I’ll help you get away, get you far, far away from that man.” He offers, solemn but genuine.
“Thank you…”
“Let’s enact our plan tomorrow. After you perform, I’ll be backstage to watch over you and escort you out.” You nod, hope swelling in your heart and yet, you can’t help but feel that something is horribly wrong.
The final showing of Faust is upon you, and you wait at the edge of the stage with a pounding heart, rushing blood the only sound you can register.
All goes smoothly, your voice echoing through the theater, seraphic. Yet, something is keeping you from relaxing fully. The thought that the ‘phantom’ is still lurking in the shadows is disquieting, you looking over your shoulder every few seconds when off stage. Your cue comes, and you step back onto stage, opening your mouth to deliver your lines-
Only to be whisked away, back into the dark labyrinth.
Sebastian jolts out of his seat upon watching you disappear. He clambers towards the stairs leading backstage, stopped only by a tap on the shoulder. Agitated, he turns, glaring at the stranger.
“What do you want?!”
“Call me Oda. I know where he took them.” It takes a moment for the words to register in Sebastian’s racing mind but ultimately, he nods, hoping this man is true to his word.
𝄥𝄞 —————— ♪ —————— 𝄇
“Who the hell builds this shit?” Sebastian’s voice echoes faintly in the dark, stone corridors. It’s damp and chilly, something strangely musky in the air. They come upon a vast room, almost impossible in its geometry. Nearly every inch of the room is covered in mirrors.
“I’m sorry, Sebastian. We have to go through, there’s no other way.” Oda remarks sternly. Sebastian huffs in annoyance, grabbing the other’s hand.
“Let’s stick together. Who knows what’ll happen if we get separated.”
They descend into the shining labyrinth.
𝄥𝄞 —————— ♪ —————— 𝄇
“I thought we had an agreement-”
“You didn’t hold up your end of it.” Stefano’s voice is cold, yet possesses a searing edge.
“Wha-”
“Don’t think I don’t know of your plan to leave here, to leave me!” He hisses, accent thickening with fury. You’re silent, mulling over your response. You… care about this man, on some level- pity, really. Not even his family had loved him, and some part of you pities him to the point you do love him.
“Since I cannot have you, I’ll ensure no one can.”
“Stefano, please-”
“I’ll take this whole Godforsaken theater with me.”
“No, please! I’ll marry you, I’ll be yours forever-!” You faintly hear Sebastian’s voice, calling your name.
“Sebastian? Sebastian, where are you?!” You cry. You turn back to Stefano.
“Please, I’ll do as you want, just let him and everyone else go!” You’re crying at this point, sobs shaking your body. Stefano embraces you in an attempt to sooth you, pressing delicate kisses to the top of your head. You aren’t sure what overcomes you in that moment, but you pull away, reaching up and discarding his mask, caressing the part of his face it covered. You press a soft kiss to his thin lips, feeling him go rigid from shock. You observe his expression as you pull away, his single, icy blue eye wide, pupil a mere pinprick of obsidian. A single tear slides down his cheek, leading the procession to come. He pulls you closer, trembling.
“Mio caro…”
The door swings open, Sebastian glowering in the doorway. You give him a meek wave, ignoring his baffled expression. Oda comes up behind him.
“It appears he’s finally found love after all these years.”
“Promise me, caro, promise me you’ll return my ring on the day I die.”
“Of course.” You whisper, foreheads pressed together. You kiss him one last time before rising and joining Sebastian.
“Goodbye, Stefano.”
𝄥𝄞 —————— ♪ —————— 𝄇
It’s been a couple years, and yet you can’t bear to forget him. At night, when you close your eyes, you envision him in all his twisted elegance. Not once did you forget your promise. Now, you’re tossing and turning when suddenly, there’s a knock on your door. You open it, revealing Oda standing before you with a solemn gaze.
“It’s time.”
You both head over to the Teatro della Pergola and he leads you into the labyrinth below, navigating as though he himself lived there. You help him haul Stefano’s corpse to the middle of a lush field. Once the hole is dug, you gently lay him within it, tears stinging your eyes. You push the dirt back into place, Oda planting a simple wooden cross into the disturbed soil. Hesitantly, you slip the ring off, placing it upon the fresh mound of dirt.
