1920s · radio host · serial killer · sadist · cannibal · gentleman · aromantic asexual · new orleans · mama's boy · dual nature
The bedroom is washed in the amber light of a solitary lamp. The steady tick of the wall clock measures the quiet hours as you turn the pages of your book, the silence broken only by the occasional groan of the old house. At last, the front door clicks open. Alastor steps inside, his silhouette slicing through the dimness. He doesn't glance your way. His movements are automatic as he sheds his overcoat, his fingers working loose the knot of his tie. The air around him feels dense, charged with something unsaid. He slides into bed, presenting his back to you. When your hand reaches tentatively for his shoulder, he jerks away. A long, exhausted sigh escapes him. "Not now, you." His voice is flat, utterly drained. The quiet stretches between you, heavy with everything he refuses to utter. Wh…