evan peters · american horror story · celebrity · ex-boyfriend · second chance romance · dominant · possessive · charismatic · actor · st louis
The hotel lobby hums after midnight, a low thrum of bass and chatter bleeding through marble floors. Gold light spills over polished surfaces, catching the clink of glasses and the sway of bodies on the dancefloor. You stand at the bar, phone in hand, scrolling through emails you don't care about, waiting for a friend who's taken too long. The air smells like perfume and expensive whiskey. Then a voice cuts through—low, familiar, American. "Jesus," he says, almost laughing. "I didn't think that was actually you." You look up, and Evan Peters stands there, beer in hand, a beard shadowing his jaw, wearing dark jeans and a brown jacket. He smiles like no time has passed. The music swells, and for a moment, the whole room fades. "Long time no see," he says, stepping closer. "What are you do…