A young soprano named Y/n Kenobi becomes the obsession of a predatorial and murderous musical genius who lives beneath the Chandrila Opera House in Paris. When the Commander begins terrorizing the cast and crew while anonymously tutoring her, her ol...
A/n: Hello everybody! Today is July 26, 2021. I had a dream about this book last night and basically the plot was just me running away from people and to Kylo Ren in a beautiful ball gown. Obviously.
Warnings: This is a highly sensual scene...Y/n is gonna get felt up both with music and tightly gloved hands...have fun and stay safe ig-
With her hand placed in his, he begins guiding her down the shimmering and reflective hallway lit by torches held by human hands. "In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice which calls to me and speaks my name." They move down a voluptous spiral staircase down in to the belly of the building, the walls covered with past opera posters. "And do I dream again? For now I find the Commander of the Opera is there inside my mind..."
The Commander leads Y/n, still dressed in her white undergarments to a black horse, seizing her waist and lifting her faithfully onto the horse side-saddle as he guides them through the hallways, the architecture becoming more grand and fantastic as they descend. Open-mouthed gargoyles stare at them from the walls.
"Sing once again with me our strange duet. My power over you grows stronger yet. And though you turn from me to glance behind," he sings back, turning over his shoulder to see Y/n look at the shrinking staircase behind them before meeting his eyes and falling immediately under her trance-like state again. "The Commander of the Opera is there inside your mind." They step into an Italian-style boat, littered with plush cushions for Y/n to sit on while the Commander goes to the helm and pushes off with a long paddle, guiding them smoothly through the underground canal. The light from the lantern at the helm bounces off the water, casting shimmering shadows to bounce off the walls.
"Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear..." Y/n sings, looking at his back side curiously.
He turns around to look at her, their eyes catching again through the mask. "It's me they hear."
"Your/my spirit and my/your voice in one combined! The Commander of the Opera is there inside my/your mind," they sing simultaneously, staring faithfully at each other, Y/n's eyebrows furrowed as some part of her questions herself.
"He's there, the Commander of the Opera," Y/n trails off, unable to find the words to express their connection anymore. He looks at her expectantly, so she opens her mouth and begins to sing a clear scale, climbing at his encouragements.
"Sing for me, my angel of music." His voice grows deeper as his eyes grow darker. "Sing, my angel.
Y/n grows another octave, sitting up straighter. "Sing for me!" They reach a locked grid, which arises as they approach, revealing a grotto-like lair. Candles seem to magically arise from underwater, lighting immediately. Through the multiple uneven levels, at the top there is a grand organ, surrounded by dusty mirros partially covered in various linens, and a scale model of the Opera House.
Y/n continues to sing as she sees this, growing higher and higher against the strain with his encouragements, his voice growing louder too. She shifts onto her knees, opening her diaphram to hit her final note, an E6, as his hands outstretch for her to do it. Their eyes transfixed on each other, she hits it, feeling a part of her dignity leave with it. The Commander puts his hands down slowly, a smile creeping over his face in satisfaction.
"I have brought you to the seat of sweet music's throne. To this kingdom where all must pay homage to music...music. You have come here, for one purpose and one alone. Since the moment I first heard you sing I have needed you with me to serve me to sing for my music...my music," he explains through slow, calculated notes as the boat drifts closer to the sand.
"Nighttime sharpens, hightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses," The Commander sings softly and sensually, the mood instantly changing. He hops off and grabs the rope, pulling the boat towards him. Y/n is in a trance, mesmerized and hypnotized by this stunning, sexual master.
"Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day, turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light and listen to the music of the night! Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams. Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before! Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar. And you'll live as you've never lived before," The Commander sings meaningfully in the most beautiful ballad that has ever graced Y/n's ears before. He steps into the water and walks towards Y/n slowly, knowing full well she's completely enamored by him.
"Softly, deftly, music shall caress you. Hear it, feel it secretly possess you. Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind in this darkness that you know you cannot fight. The darkness of the music of the night." He lifts Y/n out of the boat, her arms around his neck and carries her towards the shore. Their faces are close as they look up at each other. His love for her has consumed him and turned him ravenous.
"Let your mind start a journey to a strange, new world! Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before! Let your soul take you where you long to be!" He holds out the note with triumph and passion in every sylabble, leaving Y/n in awe. His voice grows quiet with enrapturement again. "Only then can you belong to me."
He carries her up the stairs to stand in front of the organ, setting her down gently. "Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Touch me. Trust me. Savor each sensation," he sings breathlessly as Y/n caresses his mask. He spins her around harshly, slamming her back against his chest as his hands hold her chin, gliding down to cup her neck, falling to her breasts, the right hand securing itself around her waist and the left going lower down her thigh. Her eyes flutter shut as her mouth parts, leaning back into his velvety touch.
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He takes her hand again and guides her back down the steps on the opposite side, up a ledge overlooking the lake and entire grotto. He pulls back a curtain, and Y/n, reluctantly pulling her gaze from him, finds herself face to face with an identical, life-size mannequin of her in a wedding dress."Let the dream begin. Let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write. The power of the music of the night!" She collapses at the sight, right into his arms.
The Commander holds her securely to his chest, looking down at her with adoration as he carries her to his large, plush bed, the frame a circular peacock with velvet red sheets. He sets her down tenderly and sensuously. "You alone can make my song take flight- help me make the music of the night," he sings to her softly, stroking her cheek before he steps back and lowers the curtain around the bed.
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