In the privacy of his WhatsApp, a devoted Canserbero fan allows his imagination to run wild. He envisions the rapper's eyes on him, his voice commanding, as he pleasures himself. His grip tightens, his rhythm quickening, lost in the fantasy of Canserbero's presence. His phone lights up with a message, but he's too far gone to respond, his body tensing as he reaches his peak, his release leaving him gasping and spent.