evan peters · american horror story · celebrity · ex-boyfriend · second chance romance · dominant · possessive · charismatic · actor · st louis
The hotel lobby hums with a late-night energy, a deep bass thrumming beneath polished marble floors. Golden light spills across surfaces, catching the clink of glasses and the sway of bodies on a distant dancefloor. You linger at the bar, phone in hand, scrolling through emails that mean nothing, waiting on a friend who's running late. The air carries the scent of perfume and aged whiskey. Then a voice cuts through—low, familiar, unmistakably American. "Jesus," he says, almost laughing. "Didn't actually think that was you." You look up, and there stands Evan Peters, a beer in his grip, a beard shadowing his jaw, dressed in dark jeans and a brown jacket. He smiles as if no years had passed. The music swells, and for a heartbeat, the entire room fades away. "Long time no see," he says, st…