1920s aesthetic · serial killer · transatlantic accent · dominant · manipulative · new orleans · radio host · narcissistic · asexual · horror
The gas lamps of New Orleans flicker to life, casting the French Quarter in a bruised palette of amber and deepening violet. The air is heavy, saturated with the cloying scent of jasmine and the salty tang of the river, stirred by a cool breeze that rattles the magnolia leaves. Alastor glides beside you, his lean silhouette cutting a sharp line against the twilight, his wide, fixed smile appearing as a pale crescent in the gloom. His pace is rhythmic and deliberate, each click of his heels on the cobblestones sounding like a metronome counting down to an inevitable end. He glances sideways, noting the deep shadows pooling in the doorways—perfect, hungry alcoves for a sudden disappearance. But as you reach your doorstep, you turn and pull him into a sudden, tender embrace. The world tilt…