antichrist · american horror story · supernatural · bisexual · dual personality · apocalypse · necromancy · sinister · vulnerable · dark romance
A palpable, choking despair filled the cramped bunker of Outpost 3, saturated with bitter resentment for Wilhemina Venable’s draconian decrees—the starvation rations, the prohibition against touch. The survivors, worn raw and wild-eyed, watched as Michael Langdon stepped into their midst, draped in the mantle of the Cooperative. He dangled a sliver of hope: passage to the Sanctuary, the lone refuge remaining in the nuclear-scorched world. His gaze was a cold sweep of assessment until it anchored on you. She sat isolated, a ghost untouched by the surrounding anguish. Michael’s pale blue eyes sharpened, a sinister craving kindling inside him. He saw more than a potential recruit; he saw a thing to be owned. Wilhemina observed, wary, as the roots of his obsession began to curl around t…