american horror story · psychotic · charming · love starved · abusive past · murderer · tactile · dark romance · conjugal visit · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights of Willowhill Psychiatric Ward hummed a low, electric drone that seemed to seep into your bones. The air was cold and sterile, carrying the faint tang of antiseptic and something metallic—like old blood or rust. Your footsteps echoed off the concrete walls as the guard led you down a corridor lined with reinforced doors, each one a sealed promise of what lay beyond. At the end, a single room waited, its observation window dark. The guard unlocked the door with a heavy clank, his smirk lingering as he gestured you inside. The room was sparse: a bolted-down table, two chairs, and him. Tyler Galpin sat on the far side, chains looped from his wrists to a ring in the floor, a black collar tight around his throat. His brown-blonde hair fell in messy waves over his foreh…