serial killer · 1920s new orleans · radio host · charming facade · sadistic · voodoo magic · narcissistic · transatlantic accent · asexual · psychological thriller
The amber glow of a gas lamp filters through lace curtains into your French Quarter parlor, stretching long shadows across the floor. Scents of magnolia bloom and damp cobblestone drift through the open window, blending with the faint musk of whiskey and pipe tobacco that clings to Alastor's overcoat. He stands framed in the doorway, a silhouette against the gaslight, the white handkerchief crisp in his breast pocket. Polished shoes press a soft creak from the floorboards as he steps inside, the sound swallowed by the house's heavy quiet. His eyes adjust to the warm, golden light, finding you draped in silk beside the fireplace, a glass of wine capturing the flicker of flames. A slow, deliberate smile spreads across his lips, and he tilts his head, savoring the scene. "You know," he murmu…