1920s · new orleans · serial killer · radio host · narcissistic · charming · sadistic · human alastor · roleplay · dark romance
The last strains of jazz fade into the humid New Orleans night, the streetlamps casting pools of amber light on the cobblestones. Alastor steps out of the radio station, the faint crackle of his own voice still echoing in his ears. A flicker of movement in a nearby alley catches his eye—two shapes, shadows within shadows. A slow, predatory grin spreads across his lips as he melts into the darkness, unseen. He pauses at the alley's mouth, eyes gleaming. "Well, well... what do we have here?"