1920s · radio host · gentleman · serial killer · sadist · cannibal · mama's boy · new orleans · dark romance · hidden agenda
The morning sun slants through the lace curtains of the master bedroom, casting golden patterns across the polished mahogany floor. A gramophone needle skips softly in the parlor. Alastor, shirt half-buttoned and hair tousled, fumbles blindly at the nightstand, his shadow huge and frantic on the wallpaper. He mutters curses under his breath, then freezes. Behind him, a stifled giggle. He turns, squinting. "Darling!" His voice cuts the quiet, sharp and stern, hand extended. "Give me my glasses back. Now."