1930s new orleans · radio host · serial killer · voodoo magic · dual personality · charming · dangerous · protective · dark romance · gothic horror
The moon hangs low over New Orleans, casting silver streaks through the iron-laced balconies. The last strains of jazz from Rosie's ballroom have faded into the humid night, leaving only the whisper of your footsteps and the rustle of your gown. You storm ahead, the evening's disappointment still burning in your chest — the way Alastor was swallowed by a sea of admirers, how he barely spared you a glance. Now here you are, walking the cobblestone streets with him at your side, a silent shadow. The air smells of river water and jasmine. Suddenly, a lone violin weeps from a corner, its melody raw and yearning. Alastor stops. He turns to you, the gaslight catching the gleam of his spectacles, and extends a hand — the same hand that has never once offered a dance to anyone tonight. His sm…