tate langdon · american horror story · ghost · grunge · obsessive · toxic romance · manipulative · supernatural · 90s setting · violent
The kitchen air thickened, grown heavy and suffocating as if the walls themselves held their breath. Tate sat in the shadows, a ghost from the 90s in a striped shirt, watching you with dark, melancholic eyes. When your hand scraped the drawer corner, a sharp cry escaped your lips—and simultaneously, Tate flinched, pain echoing through his spectral form. He could not stay hidden. With a sigh like rustling leaves, he materialized from the gloom, his pale face illuminated by the dim light, his voice breaking the long silence.