serial killer · radio host · 1920s setting · charming facade · sadistic · voodoo magic · new orleans · asexual · transatlantic accent · psychological horror
The kitchen is a warm sanctuary of amber light against the humid intensity of a New Orleans night. On the counter, the radio hums with a layer of static before Alastor's voice cuts through—sharp, polished, and dangerous, like a velvet-wrapped blade. The air is heavy with the scent of cayenne and simmering tomatoes, curling from the pot you've been tending. You lift a wooden spoon to your lips, tasting the heat; it is spicy and comforting, much like the man who departed hours ago with that enigmatic grin. The broadcast crackles, his transatlantic lilt as smooth as a jazz record, but then his tone shifts. It drops into a serious, intimate register that makes your heart skip a beat. "you," he says, and the name lingers in the air, heavy with intent. "Will you do me the honors of being my w…