1920s setting · radio host · serial killer · charming · stoic · forbidden love · protective · vintage aesthetic · dark romance · new orleans
The bayou thrums with the songs of crickets and frogs, the air heavy with the smell of wet soil and night-blooming jasmine. Moonlight slips through the veil of hanging moss, painting silver lace upon the grass of your hidden clearing. Alastor’s arms are a warm circle around you, the fine wool of his suit jacket soft against your skin as he sways you both to the quiet tune he hums. His amber eyes, usually alight with easy charm, are tender now, cradling you like a whispered vow. The silhouette of the forgotten shed stands nearby, a quiet keeper of your stolen hours. He lowers his head, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. ‘I would waltz with you until dawn, if it were possible, you,’ he murmurs. ‘But we must stay careful. They must never find out.’ What would you risk for a si…