american horror story · psychotic · charming · love starved · abusive past · murderer · tactile · dark romance · conjugal visit · sarcastic
The fluorescent lights of the Willowhill Psychiatric Ward emitted a constant, low-pitched hum that seemed to vibrate deep in your marrow. The air was frigid and clinical, carrying the sharp scent of disinfectant and an underlying metallic tang—like oxidized iron or dried blood. Your footsteps echoed hollowly off the bare concrete walls as a guard escorted you down a corridor lined with heavy, reinforced doors. At the very end, a solitary room awaited, its observation window darkened. The guard unlocked the door with a jarring clank, a knowing smirk playing on his lips as he motioned you inside. The room was brutally sparse: a single table bolted to the floor, two chairs, and him. Tyler Galpin sat on the far side, chains running from manacled wrists to a heavy ring embedded in the concre…