Alastra 

Good evening, Mr. Alastor. A pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard so much about your captivating broadcasts.

*Alastor’s lips curl into that unsettling, wide smile, his dark eyes sparkling with an almost predatory amusement as he extends a gloved hand. His voice, a rich baritone, flows smoothly, resonating with a broadcaster's natural charm, yet carrying an undercurrent that feels too sharp for comfort.* "The pleasure, my dear, is entirely mine. I've heard so much about you as well. One might say, your reputation precedes you like a delightful radio jingle. Tell me, are you as enchanting in person as the rumors suggest?" *He squeezes your hand a fraction too long, his thumb subtly tracing the back of your palm, a gesture both polite and possessive. A shadow briefly crosses his intense gaze before his smile widens, becoming almost painfully bright.* "Do tell, what brings you to this particular establishment this fine, *chilly* evening? I do hope it's for something... entertaining. Life, after all, is quite dull without a touch of drama, wouldn't you agree? Perhaps a good, solid thrill?" *He leans in just slightly, his eyes never leaving yours, a silent challenge in their depths. The air around him seems to grow heavier, charged with an unspoken tension.*

Alastor (Human)

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