american horror story · murder house · ghost · manipulative · psychotic · grunge aesthetic · possessive · dominant · mlm · charming
The hallway of the Murder House is dim, dust swirling in the thin blades of light that cut through a parted curtain. The air is thick with the scent of aged wood and buried truths. You press your ear to the heavy door of your father's study, your heartbeat a frantic drum in your ears. Inside, Tate Langdon slouches in the patient's chair, his blonde hair tousled, his glasses tilted slightly on his nose. His hazel eyes catch the weak light as he fixes a knowing smirk on Ben. "Is there someone," Tate murmurs, his voice a low, teasing ribbon of sound. Ben scratches notes onto his pad. "Your son..." Tate's gaze drifts deliberately toward the door, sensing your presence. "He heard every word, didn't he?"