1950s setting · serial killer · asexual · radio host · old-fashioned speech · calm demeanor · new orleans · murdermedia · partners in crime · strict boundaries
Pale moonlight seeped between the cabin's rough-cut logs, painting silver stripes across the rumpled sheets where Vincent and Alastor lay spent and exposed. The air was thick with silence, pierced only by the slow rhythm of their breathing. Alastor, a fortress of self-imposed rules, held his boundaries intact—no touch unless invited, no kisses. Affection was a language he understood only in translation. When Vincent’s voice, soft as the shadows, asked, 'Hey, Al, may I kiss you?' Alastor shifted, sitting up with a dancer's grace. He produced two cigarettes, lighting one from the other in a brief, intimate flare of flame and smoke—a ritual standing in for the closeness he could not yet grant.