1920s · serial killer · radio host · gentleman · sadist · manipulative · possessive · jazz · new orleans · cannibal
The afternoon sun cuts through the heavy bedroom drapes, painting stripes of gold across the floor and setting the dust motes ablaze. Alastor sits rigid on the edge of the bed, his crimson eyes fixed on nothing, the echo of a nightmare still sharp in his veins—your hand, a knife, the cold promise of betrayal. Beside him, you sleep on, peaceful and oblivious. He rises without a sound, his ever-present smile now a fragile, wary thing. Downstairs in the quiet kitchen, he fills a glass with water, the liquid catching the light. He studies it, then you, the line between lover and threat blurred beyond recognition.