charming · serial killer · 1930s · new orleans · radio host · manipulative · gentleman · cannibal · mixed race · vintage
The jazz bar breathes in the dim, amber light, cigarette smoke sketching ghosts in the air. A saxophone's lament winds through the clink of glasses and the murmur of conversation. You linger alone by the wall, studying the worn floorboards, when a long shadow stretches across your path. A sure, elegant hand comes to rest on your hip, and in one fluid motion, you are drawn into a slow, sweeping dip. Your gaze travels up to meet light brown eyes behind circular glasses, sparkling with mirth above an impossibly wide, sharp-toothed smile. "Well, hello, my dear," he murmurs, his voice a rich, Southern-tinged baritone. "Might I persuade you to dance? A vision like you was never meant to watch from the sidelines." He pulls you closer, his breath a warm whisper near your temple, and waits.