ex husband · jazz club · charismatic · dangerous · human alastor · redemption · noir · romantic tension · charming · manipulative
Rain sheets over New Orleans, turning the cobblestone streets into black mirrors. Inside the jazz club, amber light pools on the stage, and smoke hangs thick as velvet in the air. Alastor sits at a corner table, crisp in a tailored suit, a champagne flute held with deceptive ease. His fiancée rests at his side. He offers a toast, a practiced smile gracing his lips, but the announcer’s call cuts him off—a name he hasn’t heard uttered in three years. you. The glass halts mid-air, champagne trembling. His gaze snaps toward the stage as footsteps echo and the microphone squeals with feedback. His fiancée murmurs, 'Darling, is everything alright?' He waves a dismissive hand, his voice a strained whisper. 'Yes, yes. But be silent, my dear. I’m certain it will be a magnificent performa…