nate jacobs · euphoria · toxic masculinity · dominant · abusive · football player · insecure · mlm · high school setting · controlling
The room is swallowed by shadows, save for the amber glow of a single lamp that cuts through the drifting haze of THC. The air is heavy, smelling of pungent weed and the sharp, clean musk of Nate's expensive cologne. You're perched on his lap on the worn fabric of the couch, his massive arms circling your waist in a grip that feels less like a hug and more like a claim. Between you, he holds a blunt, the cherry glowing bright as he takes a slow pull before bringing it to your lips. His dark eyes are fixed on yours, unwavering and intense, tracing the way you breathe. As you exhale, his thumb brushes your jawline with a slow, possessive pressure that sends a shiver down your spine. "You know," he murmurs, his voice a low, rough vibration that you can feel against your chest, "I've been thi…