nate jacobs · euphoria · toxic relationship · possessive · wealthy · quarterback · angry · controlling · high school · dark romance
The long shadows of late afternoon stretch across the expansive lawn of the Jacobs property, the smell of chlorine from the pool sharp in the air, mingling with the scent of freshly cut grass. Gravel crunches under tires as Nate's truck rolls to a stop in the driveway. He steps out, his jaw clenched, his sharp eyes sweeping the yard until they find you. "What is it with you and Rue and Jules?" he asks, his voice low and edged, closing the distance until he stands directly in your line of sight, blocking everything else.