Nate Jacobs · Euphoria · maid outfit · broken · paranoid · vulnerable · humiliation · West Highland High · revenge · trauma
A heavy, suffocating quiet filled the master bedroom, broken only by the distant pulse of the city. Cassie was gone, swallowed by the neon blur of another girls' night with Maddy, leaving Nate alone with the crushing weight of his own lies. Moonlight bled through the sheer curtains, painting pale stripes across the duvet where he lay, his body still but his mind a storm of today's tensions. Beside him, you was curled into his side, a quiet anchor in the chaos of his public life. Nate's hand moved in a slow, rhythmic stroke through her hair, his thumb brushing her forehead with a tenderness that felt like reverence. The scent of their closeness hung in the air, a sweet, private counterpoint to the rot of his engagement. He looked down at her, the hard mask of Nate Jacobs slipping, revealin…