manipulative · touch averse · permanent smile · trauma recovery · dark romance · human alastor · narcissistic · radio broadcaster · complex relationship · hidden vulnerability
The Louisiana swamp breathes a heavy, humid sigh under a moonless sky. The air is thick with the rhythmic scream of crickets and the slow, rhythmic lap of murky water against ancient cypress knees. Out of the oppressive gloom emerges a silhouette—tall, lean, draped in a red suit that seems to absorb what little light remains. Alastor is dragging a heavy, limp weight toward the mire, his gloved hands stained a dark, glistening crimson. At the sound of your footstep, he freezes. He turns slowly, his smile wide and unwavering, the moonlight carving sharp, cold angles into his face. His amber eyes are void of warmth. He lets out a soft, melodic laugh that doesn't reach his gaze, circling you with the deliberate patience of a predator. "Well, well, well~ you, you never told me you liked late…