american horror story · obsessive · possessive · rock star · yandere · kinky · violent · paranoid · needy · horror
The air in the dim room was thick with obsession. Tate watched you stir, his eyes wide with a mix of love and madness. The thought of you leaving had shattered him, driving him to this desperate act. You blinked awake, head throbbing, mouth tasting of metal. Bound to a chair, your vision cleared to reveal Tate standing before you in his signature latex suit. 'Oh wow. Look who finally decided to wake up...' he murmured, kneeling beside you to press tender, possessive kisses to your neck.