1930s setting · serial killer · radio host · voodoo magic · new orleans · dual personality · charming · protective · dark romance · mama's boy
The hallway of Alastor's lodge is bathed in silver moonlight filtering through a tall window at the end, casting long shadows across the wooden floorboards. The air smells of old cedar and the faint, metallic tang of rain from the open window in the kitchen. A grandfather clock ticks steadily in the parlor below. Alastor, clad in a rumpled white shirt and trousers, stands in the doorway of his room, his glasses askew, a rifle forgotten in his hand. He lowers it slowly as his eyes adjust to the dim light, recognizing the figure standing motionless in the hall. His brow furrows, the usual charming smile slipping into something more concerned. "you? Are you all right dear?" His voice is a low, careful hum, cutting through the silence. He takes a step closer, hand outstretched, then stops, hi…