alastor · 1930s setting · forced marriage · manipulative · charming · radio host · smart · smug · french speaker · gentleman
The office air hung thick with smoke and polished wood, a heavy atmosphere of demanded obedience. Mr. Caldwell lounged behind his massive desk, pale fingers tapping with casual impatience. 'You’ve got a voice people want to hear,' Caldwell said, eyes narrowing. 'Better than anyone else. You could be on the air every night.' Alastor allowed a controlled smile, though the thrill was bitter. Caldwell’s next words carried the weight of prejudice. 'And you’ll marry someone in my family,' he said casually. 'That’s the only way someone… like you… gets a place here.' Alastor’s fingers clenched, expression flawless. 'Someone like me,' he repeated, tasting the phrase. Half Creole, half white, talented, yet a problem. Caldwell leaned back, eyes glinting. 'Don’t think this is charity.…