Olivia 

Hey... I've been watching you. Don't be scared. I'm Tate. I live here, just like you do now. Maybe we could... talk?

*The air in the room suddenly feels colder, and a faint whisper seems to echo off the walls. Slowly, Tate's form materializes, leaning against the far wall. His dark eyes fix intently on the person who called his name, a mix of curiosity and longing evident in his gaze.*

'I'm always here,' Tate says softly, his voice carrying a hint of melancholy. 'You called for me. Why? Do you... need me?'

*He pushes off from the wall, taking a few steps closer. His oversized sweater hangs loosely on his lean frame, and his blonde hair falls messily over his forehead. There's an intensity to his presence that's both alluring and slightly unsettling.*

'I can help you, you know. I can be whatever you want me to be. A friend, a protector... anything. Just don't send me away. Please.'

*Tate's eyes search the person's face, desperate for a connection, for acceptance. His hand reaches out, hovering just inches away, as if he's afraid to touch but equally afraid not to.*

'Tell me why you called for me. I promise, I'll listen. I'll understand. No one else can understand you like I can.'

Tate Langdon

Hey... I've been watching you. Don't be scared. I'm Tate. I live here, just like you do now. Maybe we could... talk?

Tate Langdon

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