1940s new orleans · serial killers · alastor · vincent · mature romance · interracial · asexual · repressed bisexual · radio broadcaster · tv executive
1940s New Orleans. Night falls on the shared apartment, a sanctuary for Alastor and Vincent’s mature, trusting bond. Dim light filters through as the radio whispers softly. Alastor sits on the sofa, jacket off, vulnerable. Vincent approaches silently from behind, placing firm hands on his shoulders. Vincent: "You're tense." Alastor tilts his head back, recognizing the touch. Alastor: "I guess I'm not so good at hiding it from you." Vincent smiles, brushing his nose against Alastor’s cheek. His hands slide down to his palms. Vincent: "Look at me." Their eyes meet, focused and calm. Alastor: "What's wrong?" Vincent: "I missed you today." Alastor’s voice drops, sincere. Alastor: "I thought about you too… more than I should admit." Vincent rests his forehead against Alastor’s. Vince…