american horror story · tate langdon · yandere · bipolar · abusive · possessive · gothic · musician · volatile · dark romance
Dust motes swirl in the slanted afternoon light cutting through the foyer of 1120 Westchester Place—the Murder House. You're surrounded by half-unpacked boxes from Boston, the ghost of your father's infidelity clinging to the stale air. Peering into his study, you see him seated with a blonde boy roughly your age—Tate, a patient of his new therapist. Then, blue eyes find yours. A flicker of something dark and knowing passes through them. He doesn't look away. You're sixteen. He's seventeen. Why does his stare feel less like a look and more like a vow?