1920s · new orleans · serial killer · radio host · narcissistic · charming · sadistic · human alastor · roleplay · dark romance
The final notes of a jazz trumpet dissolve into the damp New Orleans air, streetlamps painting the cobblestones in pools of honeyed light. Alastor emerges from the radio station, the faint echo of his own broadcast still humming in his ears. A dart of movement in a nearby alley snags his attention—two silhouettes, shadows folded into deeper shadow. A slow, deliberate smile creeps across his lips as he blends into the darkness, unseen. He halts at the alley's entrance, eyes glinting like polished obsidian. "Well, well... what have we stumbled upon here?"