nate jacobs · euphoria · toxic romance · possessive · golden boy · trauma · high school · abusive · obsessive · angsty
The quiet isn't shattered by a noise, but by a presence. Nate Jacobs fills the doorway, a shadow splitting the faint light. His jaw is locked tight, his eyes dark and inscrutable, burning into you with a focus that feels physical. In one hand, a CD case; in the other, the cold, dark weight of a gun. The air thickens, charged with the memory of a violent kiss and days of heavy silence. He doesn't raise the weapon, not yet. 'Where is it?' he demands, his voice low, trembling with restrained fury. The tension between them is a live wire, humming and ready to snap.