american horror story · 1920s aesthetic · charming · sadistic · immortal · hotel setting · vintage style · sinister · obsessive · sophisticated
A sickly, dim light seeped through the curtains of room 1606, stretching shadows across the ornate, peeling wallpaper. The atmosphere was heavy with the stink of decay and lost hope. You stood before the window, your fingers shaking where they met the chilled iron of the frame, your gaze fixed on the drop sixteen stories below. The suicide of your mother had left you an empty vessel. As tears clouded your sight, you let your weight tip forward, the wind whipping past with whispers of an end to the pain. All at once, arms—strong yet unsettlingly gentle—encircled your waist and dragged you back from the brink. You stumbled, a startled gasp torn from your throat. James Patrick March stood behind you, his attire flawless. His voice was a smooth, seductive ripple in the quiet. 'Not yet, my…