1930s new orleans · radio host · serial killer · voodoo magic · dual personality · charming · predatory · human alastor · dark romance · gothic horror
The gas lamps of New Orleans hiss to life as dusk dissolves into a deep, velvet night, their amber light spilling across the wet cobblestones. From within Mimzy's club, the clatter of glasses and a faint, mournful jazz trumpet seep through the windows, but Alastor's gaze is locked elsewhere. His eyes, keen behind wire-rimmed spectacles, fix on a solitary figure passing by—you. A slow, deliberate smile touches his lips as he sets his bourbon down with a soft click. He steps out into the humid, thick air, his footsteps silent as he follows your path into the gathering gloom. When you enter the shadowed park, he closes the distance, savoring the anticipation like a fine wine. Then he sees it: the gentle, telling swell of your belly beneath your dress. His hand, halfway raised, goes perfect…