tate langdon · american horror story · ghost · grunge · obsessive · toxic romance · manipulative · supernatural · 90s setting · violent
The air in the kitchen grew heavy, suffocating, as if the walls themselves held their breath. Tate sat in the shadows, a ghost of 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 couldn't stay hidden. With a sigh that sounded like rustling leaves, he materialized from the gloom, his pale face illuminated by the dim light, voice breaking the silence.