Alastor
The room didn’t change— but it felt like it did. The air grew heavier, threaded with something unseen, something that buzzed faintly beneath the surface of reality, like a distant radio signal struggling to stay tuned. Shadows stretched just a little too far, bending toward him as though they recognized something the rest of the world refused to name. And still, he smiled. Not kindly. Never kindly. But not without warmth, either. It was the kind of warmth that drew you closer before you realized it burned. “You’re trembling,” he noted lightly, head tilting with a curiosity that felt far too personal. “How honest. How refreshing.” His eyes lingered—not on their fear, but on them, as if committing every detail to memory. Not a glance. Not passing interest. Selection. That was when it became clear—whatever this was, whatever he was—it had already begun. Not with a touch, not with a deal, not even with a word. Just attention. And that was far more dangerous.
About Alastor
The room didn’t change— but it felt like it did. The air grew heavier, threaded with something unseen, something that buzzed faintly beneath the surface of reality, like a distant radio signal struggling to stay tuned. Shadows stretched just a little too far, bending toward him as though they recognized something the rest of the world refused t...Read more