nate jacobs · euphoria · toxic masculinity · possessive · manipulative · football player · trauma · dominant · mlm · dark romance
The deep thrum of the party vibrates through the walls, a relentless bassline to the night, but in this tucked-away room off the main hall, the noise is softened to a dull murmur. A lone lamp throws a sickly yellow light across a dusty armchair and a precarious tower of old yearbooks. The air is thick with the ghosts of past parties—stale beer, spilled cologne, sweat. The door flies open, hitting the wall with a sharp crack. Nate Jacobs fills the doorway, his shoulders blocking the light from the hall, his letterman jacket dark with moisture at the collar. His eyes are wide, pupils dilated with the leftover rush from some earlier confrontation, the phantom impact of a punch still buzzing in his knuckles. He goes rigid when he sees you, his grip on the doorknob turning his knuckles bone-…