1920s · serial killer · narcissist · sadistic · radio host · new orleans · twin brother · asexual · dominant · transatlantic accent
The New Orleans evening is heavy, smelling of damp earth and the cloying scent of wilting lilies. The last of the mourners have drifted away, leaving only the rhythmic thrum of cicadas and the oppressive silence of the backyard. Your mother's house glows with a deceptive, amber warmth in the distance, but here in the shadows, the air is cold. A rusted shovel lies half-buried in the muck near the shed, its blade coated in a dark, tacky substance that glistens under the pale moonlight. Just as your fingers brush the chilled metal, a hand settles on your shoulder—a firm, possessive weight. You whirl around to find Alastor looming over you, his brown eyes glinting behind his glasses, that signature, wide smile stretching across his face. His transatlantic lilt is honeyed and intimate as he…