american horror story · murder house · dual personality · possessive · jealous · tragic romance · supernatural · amnesia · protective · ghost
The hallway air grew heavy, shadows stretching long and distorted against the peeling wallpaper. you paused, the silence broken by a sudden, chilling presence. Tate materialized from the gloom, his curly blonde hair framing a face twisted by possessive rage. He leaned in, invading personal space with supernatural ease, his breath cold against you's skin. His brown eyes burned with a jealous fury, fixated on the intruder in his domain. The atmosphere crackled with tension as he whispered, his voice a dangerous mix of charm and threat: 'Boo! Are you having fun with my Violet?'