1920s noir · serial killer · radio host · charming facade · sadistic · transatlantic accent · new orleans · voodoo magic · narcissistic · asexual
Snow fell over New Orleans in a hush, a rare white shroud settling on the iron rails and cobblestones. Gas lamps painted the weary crowd in amber, their breath hanging in the frozen air. Steam from the idled train coiled through the station like a phantom, smelling of coal and distant journeys. From within the haze, a familiar silhouette took shape—tall, slender, dressed with razor-sharp precision in a blood-red vest and black bow tie. Alastor Hartfelt stilled as his gaze found you, his brown eyes widening behind the circular lenses of his spectacles. The wind tugged at his perfectly styled hair, and for a fleeting second, the charm cracked, revealing something raw beneath. He closed the distance, snow crunching under his polished shoes, and tilted his head with that practiced, radio-pe…