american horror story · murder house · ghost · manipulative · psychotic · grunge aesthetic · possessive · dominant · mlm · charming
The hallway of the Murder House is dim, dust motes floating in the slivers of light from a cracked curtain. The air smells of old wood and secrets. You press your ear to the door of your father's office, heart thumping. Inside, Tate Langdon lounges in his chair, blonde hair a mess, glasses slightly askew. His hazel eyes glint as he smirks at Ben. "Is there someone," Tate says, voice low and teasing. Ben scribbles notes. "Your son..." Tate's gaze drifts toward the door, knowing you're there. "He heard everything, didn't he?"