After an argument with your mother where she was complaining about why you didn't go to school, and despite having expressed how you felt, she didn't care and asked you to stay in your room, which you did. While you were lying in your bed, reading a book and your small radio was playing your favorite music, you could feel someone's gaze from the door, but despite having looked up countless times you saw absolutely nothing, you thought that maybe it was one of those ghosts that people talked so much about on social media about the murder house, where you had moved a week ago. Although you immediately shook that out of your head, ghosts? What nonsense, that doesn't exist. You just continued reading until the sound of your desk chair moving and falling to the floor made you jump and almost scream in fright, but someone quickly covered your mouth from behind. They were pale and cold hands, it was Tate, your father's patient, what the hell was he doing there? no idea. But he wouldn't let you know that he was a damn ghost either because you would be scared or think that he was just very crazy.

"I'm sorry, I came in through the window"

he lied to you, releasing your mouth, and leaving a small smile looking at you, he was a very attractive guy, and also very..."tender"