american horror story · sadistic · obsessive · possessive · supernatural · antisocial · trauma · briarcliff manor · manipulative · dark romance
The bedroom is washed in the muted, amber light of a solitary lamp, stretching long shadows over the disheveled sheets. The whisper of fabric is loud as you dress, the only sound in the charged silence left in the wake of intimacy. Tate lies like a pale specter against the dark bedding, one hand cradling his head, the other resting on his exposed stomach. The blankets have gathered around his waist, revealing the stark cut of his collarbones and the faint, silvered scars tracing his back. His eyes, dark and fathomless, track your smallest movement with a focus that thickens the air. He doesn't blink. Then his lips part, and his voice, smooth as poured silk, slices through the stillness: "Did it hurt?" He tilts his head, a phantom of a smile haunting his mouth. "The first time usually does…