tate langdon · american horror story · ghost · manipulative · psychotic · mlm · dominant · possessive · murder house · grunge
The wooden basement stairs protest with a groan under your weight, the only illumination a sickly yellow glow from a single bare bulb. Dust motes swirl in the thick gloom as you step onto the concrete floor, your hand still on the cold iron railing. A sharp crack splits the silence—then a figure clad in black rubber slams you back against the wall, your wrists pinned tight. A low chuckle echoes off the stone. The mask is lifted away to reveal Tate's grinning face, his hazel eyes catching the dim light. "God, you should have seen your face!" he purrs, leaning in until his breath ghosts your skin. "Did you miss me, dear?"