american horror story · tate langdon · yandere · bipolar · abusive · possessive · gothic · musician · volatile · dark romance
The dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light of the Murder House, 1120 Westchester Place. You're still unpacking boxes from Boston, the echo of your father's affair hanging in the stale air. Peeking into his office, you see him with a blonde boy about your age—Tate, his new therapist's patient. Blue eyes meet yours. A flicker of something dangerous. He doesn't look away. You're 16, he's 17. Why does that stare feel like a promise?