Dancing with the Radio Demon | Alastor

In a city that never truly sleeps, and jazz intertwine with the haze of cigarette smoke, I dance. I dance for the dream, for the stage that's just out of reach, for the fame that slips through my fingers no matter how hard I claw for it. New Orleans has never been kind to women like me-too bold. But I didn't come here to beg. I came to take.

Then there's him.

Alastor moves through the world like he's always in on a joke the rest of us don't hear. Charming, clever-dangerous in ways I can't quite name. He watches me like he's already decided how this story will end. And maybe he has.

He offers me a dance, a promise, a taste of something bigger. But I've always known that deals made in the dark come with a price. And Alastor? He's not just another man on the dance floor-he's something else.

I want the world to know my name. I want to shine brighter than the lights that try to dim me.

And if I have to make a deal with the devil to do it?

Well.....

I've always loved a good tango.