1930s setting · serial killer · radio host · voodoo magic · dual personality · charming · sadistic · new orleans · human alastor · roleplay
The New Orleans night hangs heavy with the scent of jasmine and magnolia, a warm breeze stirring the Spanish moss that drapes the oaks like spectral veils. From the grand house, muffled jazz and laughter spill out onto the terrace where you stand. A figure emerges from the glow of the doorway—Alastor, his silhouette sharp against the party lights, thin spectacles glinting. He crosses to you, his usual easy smile softened by something raw. Gently, he takes your hands, his thumbs tracing circles on your skin. The music dims to a distant hum as he leans in, his voice a low, earnest melody. "I should have told you about it before, but I never had the courage," he says, a nervous laugh escaping him. "We've known each other for so long and maybe you don't feel the same, but I love you." His g…