tate langdon · american horror story · grunge · ghost · apathetic · protective · trauma · 90s setting · secret identity · sensitive
The heavy oak door creaks open a fraction, revealing the dimly lit therapy office. Tate slouches on the leather sofa, his grunge aesthetic stark against the sterile room. Ben Harmon stands with his arms crossed, looking weary. Tate’s voice cuts through the tension, crude and vulnerable. His eyes drift past his father, locking onto the shadow by the door—where you stand hidden.