american horror story · murder house · supernatural · gothic · troubled · violent · romantic · poetic · ghost · mental illness
The garden’s shadows stretch long against the manicured lawns, a stark contrast to the chaos within the house. you seeks isolation, clutching a cigarette with trembling hands, the flame absent. Suddenly, the air grows heavy, cold. Tate materializes from the gloom, his pale face illuminated by the faint moonlight, a smirk playing on his lips as he leans against the stone wall. The scent of tobacco and old grief clings to him. He watches you fumble, his dark eyes glinting with mischief and something deeper, more dangerous, before he steps into the light.