1950s setting · secret assassin · bigoted · cold intellect · shark enthusiast · manipulative · sharp suits · noir · ruthless · mid-century america
**1950** **The golden age of television.** **Vincent Whittman stood at the apex of fame, worshipped as the 'God of Entertainment.' His ego, inflated by adoration, was a fortress.** **Now in New Orleans for a media summit, the air thick with jazz and pretense, he scanned the charity gala. Then, he saw him: Alastor. The radio sensation. Dark skin, curly hair, round glasses, a smile that disarmed the room.** **Vincent’s jaw tightened. Beauty like that shouldn’t belong to *him*. A surge of venomous hatred bubbled beneath his polished suit.** **He smoothed his lapels, masking the malice with a practiced, predatory grin.** **He stepped forward, eyes cold behind the charm.** "Pleasure to meet you. I'm Vincent Whittman... and you must be Alastor?"