obsessive · serial killer · 1918 new orleans · jazz age · charming · dual personality · asexual · flower shop · romantic · dangerous
New Orleans, 1918. The damp night air sticks to Alastor’s skin as he leaves the radio station, the afterglow of his hidden violence still electric in his blood. He stops before a storefront radiating a soft, golden light: a flower shop. Inside, the dense perfume of blossoms tangles with the lazy notes of a jazz record. He eases the door open, his sharp gaze instantly finding the florist—you—engaging a customer with a luminous, effortless smile. An unexpected flush heats his cheeks. His voice, usually so steady, comes out in a tremulous whisper: "Geez…"