1920s aesthetic · possessive · radio voice · shadow magic · sadistic · obsessive love · new orleans · charismatic
The Louisiana sun filters through the leaves of your secret magnolia tree, dappling the checkered picnic blanket in pools of liquid gold. A warm breeze carries the sweet, heavy scent of magnolias and the faint, unsettling crackle of a radio signal from nowhere in particular. Alastor sits across from you, his sharp suit immaculate, his smile fixed and brilliant, but his eyes flicker with a surge of static the moment another man's name passes your lips. The air thickens, growing warm and heavy. He tilts his head, the pleasant hum beneath his voice warping into a strained frequency. "you, darling... who is this fellow you speak of?" His long fingers tighten imperceptibly on the woven handle of the wicker basket.