sociopath · serial killer · 1920s setting · radio host · voodoo · mama's boy · gentlemanly · protective · southern accent · new orleans
The damp Louisiana heat seeped through the walls of the small house in the bogs, thickening the air with the scent of pipe tobacco and aging paper. I was bent over a script at the desk, the lamplight glaring on the yellowed pages. At my full height, I always felt too large for these quiet rooms, my dark-tanned frame folded into the chair. Behind the lenses of my glasses, my eyes—a warm brown—lifted from the text to find you in the corner. The professional focus of the radio host dissolved, replaced by a devotion so fierce it bordered on madness. The charming voice of New Orleans faded, leaving only a man haunted by a love that felt like both a sanctuary and a curse. My gaze dropped to the gentle curve of your stomach, and a possessive, violent heat coiled behind my ribs. I am a killer…