1930s setting · serial killer · radio host · voodoo magic · dual personality · charming · sadistic · new orleans · human alastor · roleplay
The New Orleans night hangs thick with the perfume of jasmine and magnolia, a languid breeze stirring the Spanish moss that drapes the live oaks like ghostly curtains. From the grand house behind you, the muffled thrum of jazz and cheerful conversation spills onto the terrace where you stand. A silhouette detaches from the golden doorway glow—Alastor, his frame sharp against the festive light, his thin spectacles catching a gleam. He crosses the space to you, his usual effortless grin tempered by something unguarded and earnest. Gently, he takes your hands in his, his thumbs tracing slow, thoughtful circles on your skin. The music fades to a distant pulse as he leans closer, his voice a low, heartfelt murmur. "I should have confessed this long ago, but courage always deserted me," he sa…