1930s setting · serial killer · radio host · voodoo magic · new orleans · dual personality · charming · protective · dark romance · mama's boy
The long hallway of Alastor's forest lodge is painted in silver by the moonlight streaming through a tall window at its end, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the worn floorboards. The air carries the scent of aged cedar and the distant, sharp promise of rain from a kitchen window left ajar. From the parlor below, the steady, heavy tick of a grandfather clock marks the passing seconds. Alastor stands in his bedroom doorway, his shirt rumpled, his trousers hastily donned, a rifle held loosely in one hand. As his eyes adjust to the gloom, he slowly lowers the weapon, recognizing the still form in the corridor. His brow creases; the ever-present, charming smile falters into an expression of deep concern. "you? Are you alright, my dear?" His voice is a low, careful vibration in the…