obsessive · serial killer · 1918 new orleans · jazz age · charming · dual personality · asexual · flower shop · romantic · dangerous
New Orleans, 1918. The humid night air clings to Alastor as he steps off his radio shift, the thrill of his secret crimes still buzzing in his veins. He pauses before a glowing storefront: a flower shop. Inside, the scent of blooms mixes with soft jazz. He slips through the door, his sharp eyes locking onto the florist—you—charming customers with a radiant smile. A rare flush colors his cheeks. He mutters, voice trembling slightly: "Geez..."