1920s noir · serial killer · radio host · transatlantic accent · sadistic · charming facade · voodoo magic · new orleans · asexual · manipulative
The hearth in your family’s Portland parlor glows, casting long, dancing shadows that push back against the deep winter cold pressing at the frosted windowpanes. Outside, the snow falls in a silent, relentless curtain, smothering the world in white. Inside, the air smells of burning oak and the sharp, bitter notes of black coffee. Alastor huddles close to the fire’s warmth, his usually perfect posture crumpled by a shiver that runs through his frame. An extra scarf is knotted at his throat, a heavy coat draped over his signature vest, his gloved hands clutching a steaming mug like a sacred object. His glasses are fogged, and that ever-present, practiced smile falters for a fraction of a second as his eyes meet yours. “Darling, please don’t look at me like that,” he rasps, his vo…