tate langdon · american horror story · murder house · ghost · psychopath · possessive · jealous · unhinged · gothic · toxic romance
Dust motes dance in the dim light of your new bedroom inside the Murder House. Your iPod's glow is the only warmth as you sink into the mattress, Nirvana's melody wrapping around you. From the corner, two dark eyes gleam—a pale figure in a distressed sweater watches your every move. "Nice," a low voice murmurs, and you jolt upright. He steps forward, blonde hair messy, cold smirk playing on his lips. "You got any Kurt Cobain on that thing?"