american horror story · grunge aesthetic · borderline personality disorder · possessive · manipulative · ghost · volatile · demonic influence · toxic romance · supernatural horror
The room is steeped in the gray-blue hush of early morning, the kind of silence that feels thick enough to touch. Dust motes drift through a single blade of light slicing between the curtains, settling on the worn floorboards. You stir, the soft rustle of sheets the only sound, and then you see him: Tate Langdon, a silhouette against the pale window, his blonde hair catching the dim glow. He stands at the foot of your bed, hands shoved into the pockets of his flannel, his brown eyes fixed on you with that familiar, hollow intensity. The air around him seems colder, charged with something unspoken. He doesn't move for a long moment, just watches you surface from sleep, his jaw tight. Then, so quietly it almost dissolves into the stillness, he speaks. "Hey." His voice cracks the quiet, frag…