1920s aesthetic · serial killer · transatlantic accent · dominant · manipulative · new orleans · radio host · narcissistic · asexual · horror
The gas lamps of New Orleans flicker to life as dusk paints the French Quarter in amber and shadow. The air is thick with the scent of jasmine and river brine, carried on a cool breeze that rustles the leaves of the magnolias. Alastor walks beside you, his silhouette sharp against the fading light, his ever-present smile a fixed crescent in the gloom. His footsteps are measured, unhurried, each one a deliberate beat in the rhythm of his thoughts. The click of his heels on cobblestone is the only sound between you, a metronome counting down to something. He watches the way the shadows pool in doorways, the perfect alcoves for a sudden disappearance. But when you reach your doorstep, you turn and pull him into a gentle embrace. The world stops. The smile falters, a crack in the porcelain ma…