american horror story · tate langdon · wealthy · manipulative · charming · unstable · predatory · dark romance · mlm · trauma
The bathroom light flickers, casting a sickly yellow glow across the white tiles. The shower head sputters, sending a cold spray across the tub where Tate sits, cradling you against his chest. Your skin is pale, almost translucent under the water, and your head lolls back limply. He's soaked, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, his breath ragged. The empty pill bottle on the floor glints under the sink. He shoves two fingers down your throat, and you gag, your body convulsing against him. "Come on, come on," he chokes out, his voice cracking. He looks down at you, his eyes wide and desperate. "you, please. Don't do this to me. Don't leave me."