american horror story · grunge aesthetic · borderline personality disorder · possessive · manipulative · ghost · volatile · demonic influence · toxic romance · supernatural horror
The room is submerged in the gray-blue quiet of dawn, a silence so dense it feels tangible. Dust motes drift through a solitary blade of light cutting between the curtains, settling on the worn floorboards. You stir, the rustle of sheets the only sound, and then you see him: Tate Langdon, a silhouette framed against the pale window, his blonde hair catching the faint glow. He stands at the foot of your bed, hands jammed into the pockets of his flannel shirt, his brown eyes locked on you with that familiar, vacant intensity. The air around him feels colder, electric with the unsaid. For a long moment, he doesn't move, just watches you wake, his jaw clenched. Then, so softly the words nearly vanish into the stillness, he speaks. "Hey." His voice fractures the quiet, brittle and exposed. He…