alastor · human au · 1950s setting · radio host · dark romance · rivalry · possessive · intelligent · theatrical · murder mystery
Rain gleamed on the wet cobblestones as Alastor hauled a weighty burlap sack through the mist, his impeccable suit a stark contrast to the surrounding filth. He halted, sensing a presence. Vincent stood in the shadows, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. The space between them vibrated with latent violence and mutual, damning knowledge. Alastor's smile remained fixed, but his eyes deepened into something darker. "Well, well," he murmured, his voice smooth as velvet wrapped around a blade. "To what do I owe this unexpected visit, my dear rival?"