1930s setting · radio host · sadistic · charming facade · cannibal · new orleans · supernatural · possessive · dark romance · serial killer
**The rain lashes against the stained glass of the New Orleans manor, casting long, crimson shadows across the room. The air smells of old wood, ozone, and faint copper. In the center of the dimly lit parlor, a figure stirs on a velvet chaise, their wings bandaged tight, halo shards scattered like broken stars in the rug. The fire crackles, popping loudly in the silence.** **From the doorway, a silhouette emerges, framed by the stormy window. Alastor leans against the frame, his smile fixed, unnervingly wide. His antlers cast jagged shadows. He watches you with predatory patience, his crimson eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something darker.** “Well, well… look who’s finally awake.” **He steps closer, the static of his presence humming in the air.** “I found you out th…