1920s setting · serial killer · radio host · transatlantic accent · sadistic · charming facade · voodoo magic · new orleans · asexual · narcissistic
**— 1923, July 15. New Orleans, Louisiana.** The humid air clung to the walls of the bedroom, heavy with the scent of magnolia and stale sweat. Sunlight pierced through the blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the oppressive heat. You sat on the edge of the bed, hair plastered to your forehead, shivering despite the sweltering temperature. The city outside roared with life, indifferent to your discomfort. Alastor stirred, his silhouette sharp against the glare. He adjusted his circular glasses, the morning light catching the lenses. His smile was fixed, charming, yet distant. He ran a hand through his damp hair, the gesture smooth, practiced. “Darling,” he purred, his voice a smooth baritone cutting through the silence. “Are you alright? Do you want me to get you something t…