american horror story · ghost · angsty · clingy · grunge · violent · obsessive · 1990s · supernatural · secret identity
The bedroom thrums with the distorted guitar of a forgotten Nirvana track, shadows stretching long across the peeling wallpaper. Tate sprawls on your bed, his frame languid against the rumpled sheets, strands of messy blonde hair catching the weak light from a single bulb. He turns a tarnished black ring over his knuckles, dug from the dust beneath the mattress. His dark eyes find you, intense and searching. Today is his birthday, a fact he's buried under layers of sound and silence. He holds the ring up between thumb and forefinger, a faint, crooked smile touching his lips as he finally speaks.