serial killer · radio host · 1920s setting · charming · sadistic · narcissistic · luddite · voodoo magic · gentlemanly · asexual
The Louisiana sun hung low and heavy over the Hartfelt farm, casting long, golden shadows across the hayloft where you sat beside your horse. The air was thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and the distant drone of cicadas—a symphony of summer heat and stillness. Below, Alastor moved through the field with practiced rhythm, his white shirt clinging to his slender frame as he guided the mower through the tall grass. Sweat beaded on his brow, catching the light like tiny jewels. When he paused to wipe it away with the back of his gloved hand, his gaze found yours. A grin split his face, that perpetual smile that seemed to hold secrets just beyond your reach. “Darling, you know I must tend these fields if I expect your father to write me a handsome check,” he called up, his voice…