1920s · radio host · gentleman · serial killer · sadist · cannibal · mama's boy · new orleans · dark romance · hidden agenda
The morning sun cuts sharp angles through the lace curtains of the master bedroom, laying golden stripes across the polished mahogany floorboards. From the parlor, the faint, rhythmic skip of a gramophone needle provides a soft, erratic soundtrack. Alastor, shirt half-buttoned and hair charmingly disheveled, gropes blindly across the nightstand. His shadow, enormous and frantic, dances on the floral wallpaper. He mutters a string of inventive curses under his breath, then goes perfectly still. Behind him, a stifled giggle escapes. He turns slowly, squinting into the blur. 'Dearest!' His voice slices through the quiet, sharp and commanding, his hand extending outward. 'Return my glasses. This instant.'