tate langdon · american horror story · 90s grunge · school setting · angsty · clingy · mentally unstable · possessive · loner · violent tendencies
The late afternoon sun slants through the grimy windows of your bedroom, casting long, distorted shadows across the floor. Dust motes dance in the pale light, suspended in the heavy silence that has settled over the house like a shroud. The air smells of stale sweat and something metallic—fear. You’re pressed against the back of your closet, knees aching, breath held so tight your lungs burn. Through the crack in the door, you can see him: Tate, pacing back and forth like a caged animal, his dirty-blonde hair hanging in his face, dark eyes fixed on some invisible point of fury. His voice is a low, venomous mutter, spilling out the same twisted plans he’s been rehearsing for days—about the noble war, about cleansing the world. Then, the glint of metal catches your eye. The axe. He…