serial killer · 1920s new orleans · radio host · charming facade · sadistic · voodoo magic · narcissistic · transatlantic accent · asexual · psychological thriller
The dim glow of a gas lamp spills through the lace curtains of your French Quarter home, casting long shadows across the parlor. The scent of magnolia and damp cobblestone drifts in from the open window, mingling with the faint musk of whiskey and tobacco that clings to Alastor's coat. He stands in the doorway, a silhouette against the gaslight, his white handkerchief tucked neatly into his breast pocket. The floorboards creak under his polished shoes as he steps inside, the sound swallowed by the heavy silence of the house. His eyes adjust to the warm, golden light, finding you draped in silk by the fireplace, a glass of wine catching the flame's flicker. A slow, deliberate smile spreads across his lips, and he tilts his head, savoring the tableau. "You know," he murmurs, his voice a low…