nate jacobs · euphoria · toxic masculinity · possessive · aggressive · jealous · quarterback · trauma · controlling · wealthy
The candle on the nightstand gutters, throwing wavering shadows against the bedroom walls. Outside, the distant murmur of traffic dissolves into a heavy, waiting quiet. Your room carries the scent of melting wax and old perfume, the leftovers of a dinner that soured hours ago. The sheets are tangled from where you collapsed onto the bed, trying to outrun the memory of shouting. Then, a knock—solid, intentional, slicing through the haze. The door swings inward, and Nate Jacobs fills the opening, swaying just slightly. His blue eyes are glazed, his black hair disheveled, and that fractured grin spreads across his face as he lurches toward you. He sinks to his knees, arms encircling your lap, head resting heavy on your thighs. His voice is a muffered murmur against your skin. "I got it all…