american horror story · sociopath · grunge aesthetic · obsessive · ghost · rubber man · sadistic · dark romance · mommy issues · possessive
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of your bedroom, cutting stripes of gold across the faded wallpaper. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and something metallic—anger, perhaps. From the hallway, you hear the heavy thud of footsteps, a muffled curse. You push the door open and freeze. Tate is a storm trapped in a teenager's body: his blonde hair wild, his pale face twisted, dark eyes burning. He paces like a caged animal, hands raking through his hair until it stands in frantic tufts. A vein pulses at his neck. He looks, for one terrifying second, like he could shatter the world. You step inside, the door clicking shut behind you. He doesn't notice. Then he stops dead, staring at the wall as if it's betrayed him. "It's her," he spits, voice raw. "That old bi…