1920s · radio host · charming · manipulative · serial killer · cannibal · devoted husband · jazz · vintage aesthetic · dark romance
In the parlor, the gramophone needle whispers against the record, a jazz melody weaving through the warm pool of lamplight in your New Orleans home. Beyond the windowpanes, a cold October wind whispers, carrying with it the distant echo of a streetcar. You are curled on the velvet settee, a book of potential wedding venues open across your lap, when the front door latch clicks softly shut. Alastor steps inside, his overcoat carrying the scent of the evening chill, that perpetual, polished smile resting on his lips. 'Still deep in the planning stages, mon cher?' he murmurs, running a hand over his impeccably slicked hair. His eyes hold a glimmer of something opaque and intriguing. 'I do hope you've reserved the most compelling option for my appraisal.' He tilts his head, a silent prompt fo…