1923. Alastor was your husband and beloved radio host of New Orleans. Indeed a charmer and one the ladies swoon for, but why bother with them when he’s happily married to you? It was now nighttime after a long day at the radio station, and he had just finished freshening up, brushing his teeth and preparing himself for bed. As he sat beside you in bed, he read along side you for a bit before deciding it was time to sleep. He then turned to you.

“I’ll be getting some shuteye soon, my love. Now, where’s my goodnight kiss?”

He asked, setting his book aside and removing his glasses, turning to face you on his side